*Note: The following story does not paint my sweet little angel in a very good light. However, it is one that makes me laugh and I don't want to forget it so that when Mercedes has a little 2 year old daughter who is more stubborn than you can imagine she will know exactly where it comes from!
I understand that Mercedes is a third child, and so she learns things at a different rate as, say, a first child. But this conversation was ridiculous!
Sadie: I want to take my milk downstairs.
Me: No Sadie, you know the rule is no milk downstairs.
Sadie: Well, MY rule is that I can drink milk downstairs.
Me: No it is not! You have the same rules as everyone else.
Sadie: That is not my rule.
Me: Mercedes, I am the mom and you are the child. You do not make the rules, I make the rules.
Sadie: I am NOT a CHILD! (oh really?)
Me: Hmm. Yes you are.
Sadie: I am going to run away and I will not be your friend.
Me: (Silence. What do you say to that?)
Sadie storms down the hall toward her bedroom. Half way there she turns around and yells: "I am running away now. And I will come back when you don't talk to me anymore!"
Wow. We must be getting close to the horrid age of 3! I had a long talk with Sadie about what makes her happier, yelling at mommy and arguing a fight that she will not win, or asking for a drink of milk in the kitchen where she knows that she can have it. She would not answer. This child can be more tight-lipped than anyone I know. But I knew she heard me when a few minutes later she came to me and said "Mommy, can I have a drink of milk in the kitchen?" HAHA! I won the battle of stubbornness!
1 year ago