I am so excited to be sharing a post at Scary Mommy today! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, The “Terrible Twos” have nothing on three. Life with three-year-olds is never boring; my post shares a series of memorable moments with my own threenager. Here’s an excerpt:
Her face is beet red, and her tiny body is wracked with sobs. My daughter flings herself to the floor of the department store changing room in an angry protest. Her grandmother is about to buy her a special dress, but my child is filled with rage because she wanted three dresses. Yes, even the one she claimed didn’t “spin right,” and the one she refused to even try on. Inferior as they may have been, she wanted to bring home allthedresses. So instead of saying “thank you!” to Grammy, she bawls and rages on the filthy dressing room floor.
She’s not an asshole; she’s just a 3-year-old.
I hope you’ll stop by and read the full post here.
This is hilarious. I remember having to carry my three year old son (see, if its not just girls) out of department stores kicking and screaming, literally. He’s now a chef. Hmmm…wonder if that’s how creative types start out.
My three year old’s (both boys) kicked my ass. By three years of age they could both outsmart me, talk back with impunity (what was I going to do? Beat them?), refuse to cooperate whether it was to get dressed, eat, get in their car seat, go to bed, it made no difference, if I requested it, they refused to do it…on principal I think. I tried everything (except beating) and discovered that if I could not get a hungry three year old to eat, or a naked three year old to get dressed, fat chance that I could get that same three year old to sit in a “time-out” as a consequence. Fortunately they were both adorable, gave the best hugs and kisses (not on request) and truly thought I was the best person in the whole world. Thus they survived to adulthood and are the sweetest and most cooperative young men I could have asked for. I still think they are adorable. But I sure wouldn’t want to go through the “three’s” again. Kicked. my. ass. Give me the teenage years any day.