You have been given a choice.
You can go to your bedroom and choose your clothes for the day, or you can sit on the steps and stare at the wall. If you are a Normal Person, you will get dressed. If you are three and a half, you will sit on the stairs and rail against the injustices of the world. Your brother, meanwhile, will paddle around the kitchen in his footed jammies, chanting “Mo’! Mo’! Mo’!” in protest of his meager breakfast of a banana, a bowl of Fruit Loops and a cup of milk.
Your mother is grateful that she woke up early today to do a little yoga with Bob
Oh, the drama of young children. Wendy thinks it’s really unfair when we are mean and make her do things like, I don’t know, use the potty, or put clothes on, or eat, or pretty much anything that wasn’t initially her idea.
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Oh – and good job with the exercise! Go, you!
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Smile. Seems altogether too familiar to me. Last night it was our choice of pajamas. NOT what she wanted to wear.
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At least you haven’t lost your sense of humor.
😉
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I would have chosen sitting on the stairs staring at the wall.
Just, you know, a warning.
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Grandma says give that boy some food…say a Sunny Day Bar, and while he’s munching contentedly, you choose the clothes for the 3.5 year old and make sure they’re in place. There’s nothing like peace restored…