So Vince has turned into a smartassed hellion…
You know, not suddenly, it’s been a gradual process since he hit 3 in June. But it’s here. It’s like the precursor to 13, and by that I mean ‘three’. It’s the toddler equivalent of the early teen stages.
Right now, everything has a smart answer. And of course I realize that he has no idea what he is really saying, but lord have mercy it’s making me crazy…
Case in point:
“No, I can’t take a bath, I’m too good”. “No, you can’t do that, you’re too little”. (said to me, if you were wondering). “No, I can’t eat that, I’m too dirty”.
“Maybe later, when I’m clean”. “Maybe later, when you’re taller”. “Maybe later, when I’m older”.
And finally…. “You can’t say no to me! You can only say no to strangers!!!”
That is currently my favorite. Today brought us this lovely conversation, which is in the running to become number one…
*while practicing our kicks for the first season of soccer*
Mummy: “Vince, did you know that your Tita is a really good soccer player?”
Vince: “No, Tita plays music and I don’t want to listen to it…”
I had to hold in the smirk for this one, it was just so blatantly grumpy and pouty. I think we were trying to leave the park when this witticism was uttered.
There has been increased demands and increased dislikes on everything and regarding everything. And if he is refused, he starts crying for the parent that is not there.
Vince: “Mummy, can I play Angry Birds on your phone?”
Mummy: “No, not right now”.
Vince *sobbing*: “I want my Daddy…. MY DADDY!!!!!”
Mummy: *eye roll*
I think I could go on and on, but do you really want to hear it? Because, most likely, it’s going on in your house too and you are as sick of it as I am. I am sure it will just morph into something more ridiculous in a month or so and I’ll complain about it too….
You know, the usual.