Today’s post was going to be about the three year old, the word “no” and what he did with a plate of spaghetti, a can of Pam, a box of raisins and half a banana, and how long it took to clean it up, but I think I’ll hold off now.
My little bitches don’t seem too big a deal tonight.
My biggest worry right now is how to appear a responsible parent, and enforce that yes, the behaviour in question is indeed wrong, while trying not to laugh openly.
My friend and her husband have bigger fish to fry. Challenges I’m not looking forward to.
They have a teenaged boy you see.
Right now, when all else fails, I’m still big enough to pick Owen up and lock him in his room.
Maybe I’ll just enjoy this age while it lasts.