Is killing me slowly. Big has started to think that he's the boss. He's saying no, threatening to spank us, disobeying and just generally being a stinkbug. I told the Father tonight that we are going to have to break him like a wild stallion. And I was serious.
I figure if we let it go now, there will be no turning back when he's 12, my height and a total preteen butthole. So tonight, he threw a wall-eyed fit because he wanted MOMMY to read his book. Well tough noogies, dude. You don't make the book reading rules. It took me 10 minutes to get him to choose from the following. 1. Be nice to Daddy... Or 2. Get a spanking and go to bed. Wow, super hard choice, I know!! But he FINALLY decided being nice to Daddy would not kill him.
Then, like I flipped off the evil switch, he was back to being a giggling, high-fiving, kissy kissy three-year-old. The one that holds 1/3 of my heart. He flipped just in time because I had just googled "toddler boarding school". Oy.
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