Contemplating life
Lately, I’ve been wondering, *have I lost my mind contemplating angel #2*? I wonder if lil pill is okay as an only child…I wonder if I am okay having an only child. Usually, the answer to both is a resounding no. But when your 3 year old has tantrums that a dictator would be proud of…you start to think of these things. Our conversations have been like this recently-
Me: Squishy, please stop smearing your peanut butter between your toes.
Angel child #1: Why?
Me: Because it’s disgusting and sticky.
Angel child #1: No, it’s not mommy.
Me: Because it makes a huge mess.
Angel child #1: NO.IT.DOES.NOT.MAKE.A.MESS.MOMMY! (said near the top of his lungs with an evil glint in his eye).
Me: Squish! that’s enough. We don’t scream at each other. You’re not going to eat the sandwich, so I’m taking it away.
Angel child #1: No mommy! No mommy! Noooooomommmmmyyyy! I NEED the peanut butter! Mommmmy (clutching my leg as I’m dragging him to the kitchen to throw away the decimated sandwich).
Me: Okay, fine. Here ya go. Want to eat it? Hmm, yummy (said with some sarcasm)
Angel child #1: NO I DO NOT WANT TO EAT IT!!! IT’S ‘SGUSTING!!! ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR (screamed at the top of his lungs)
And on and on he goes…oh brother. I do not like three year olds, Sam I am.
