Tennessee can't stop disagreeing with all of us. When I first typed all of us, I thought I should specify that I am talking about our family. The trouble is, I am not just talking about the Pogson/Allen gang. That little guy disagrees with everyone ever. He spent the morning yelling orders and repeating demands. At one point I got a flashback of working as a desk clerk at a hotel. He is like a wee fussy tourist, wherein nothing was quite right.
He demanded toast, "just like Lucy!" I made toast. It was the wrong kind of toast of course. I had no idea that there are two kinds of bread in every bag, the good kind that Lucy received for breaky, and the gross kind that makes small boys yell. He yelled at me for changing his diaper. He yelled again when I put a blue shirt on him, than again for offering to re-apply a different colored shirt. He yelled at Lucy because he couldn't draw a dragonfly just like hers. He yelled at his dad for sitting down. Then again for standing up. He is full of yelling and frustration and I spend much of the day really wanting to pinch him.
I have read the literature on turdy behavior in small children. I know that he is just working out his place in the world. I know all of the calm (and sometimes not so calm at all) voiced explanations and time outs will get him where he wants to be. Someday. I hope it happens before my secret pinching desires bubble up to the surface.
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