What is it with 3-year-olds? I actually try to avoid saying this because it seems that you could say it for every age. (What is it with 30-year-olds?) But seriously, it can be so frustrating. And funny. Funstrating. That just sounds weird.
Being a parent seems to require more patience than I have in me. I guess that's why I have God, right? Leigh is only freshly turned three, but it takes a bit of almost manipulating to get her to do what you want. Here is a typical conversation.
Mama: Here's your stickers, Leigh. Go play with them at the table.
Leigh: No table! I want big table.
Mama: Ok, go to the big table.
Leigh: No big table! Little table!
Mama: Ok, sit at the little table.
Leigh: Yes! (said almost rebelliously, as if she thinks that she is getting one up on me.)
It seems like every decision of hers has to first start with a negative answer, and then she switches to the yes. Must be some form of control, making it her idea instead of mine. But I'm not a psychiatrist, I'm not going to analyze too much.
