Joy of Parenting
There are days that I love having kidlets and days where I...well...don't. Yesterday was one of those days. It wasn't a particularly bad day, just an irritating day. At three years old Monkey Boy has achieved the omniscience of God-the kid thinks he knows everything.
"Who are you talking to, mom?"
"No you not."
Kid, mom knows who she is talking on the phone with better than you do.
"Mom, where is sister?"
"She's taking a nap."
"No, she not."
"Mom, is the sun going to bed?" (It's 7:30 and the sun is going down)
"No it's not."
Ok, fine. Technically its not. Whatever, you're three.
Really, I don't know why I find this so irritating. Maybe because I am closer to a three year old in maturity than a 27 year old. I am constantly amazed at how quickly Aaron and I can get drawn into an argument with this pint sized know it all. Now I just ignore him past the "no it's not" but I am irritated nonetheless.
My irritation grew as we cleaned his room and I found several broken toys and ripped books among his stuff. There is really no greater crime against kid stuff than ripping up a book in my opinion, and Monkey knows this. I nursed the books that could be saved back to health and mourned the loss of the ones that had to be thrown out. After I did this I looked up to see my kid shoving matchbox cars through a little hole in the wall of his closet (it is on the huge list of things to fix around here).
Like I said joy of parenting.
(don't you love how much he hates being on my lap in that pic above? and notice he tatooed himself with a green marker)