She’s hit the terrible twos early – everything is “Neo!” *her ‘no’* and crying temper tantrums when she doesn’t get exactly her own way. My Mama calls it karma. Thanks Mom. I know she’s asserting her independence and that I just have to be patient, let her make as many choices as possible to give her some control, and then just show even more patience…blah, blah, blah. *I’m not a patient person by nature* Honestly though, I really think she’s embarked on some kind of psychological warfare with me.
She wanted to go for a walk. I didn’t, but after much Neo-ing and whining I gave in and said, “Okay, fine. We’ll go. Get your hat and shoes.” She did. I got mine, and headed for the front door. She headed for the back.
I said, “Let’s go.”
“Neo” She wanted to go out the back door.
“We have to go out the front, so mama can lock the house.”
This went back and forth for a while.
I thought, “What are you doing to me kid? I’m giving in. I’m giving you what you want. We’re going for the darn walk!” *and by ‘darn’ I may mean another word*
She wouldn’t budge. It was a Mexican stand off. That devolved into a 15 minute temper tantrum….by her, not me – let’s be clear about this.
I’m convinced she’s trying to make me lose my sanity. But the joke’s on her…I lost it years ago. Haha! I win!
Oh crap, wait.