So it's been a rough couple of days in the parent-child relationship department. I think I've officially changed Jack's name to, "You better not or it's time-out" And as I type I am watching Megan, who seems to have given up on afternoon naps, walk back and forth to the time-out mat. She walks to it, turns around, sits, giggles, and then does it all again. She's been doing this for about 15 minutes now. Monkey see-Monkey do.
Whoever coined the terrible twos was sadly mistaken. Three is much worse. They have their own attitude and are coming to realize that they are capable of manipulation. I imagine the age of three is close to what it's like to have a teenager, but without the hormones. They will test everything! No fear.
For the ages of 3 1/2 and 13-17, I apologize to my parents.
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