If I lock her in her room until she turns 4, will I get arrested? I promise I'll slip her food under the door, and probably even let her come out for potty breaks. Ah, c'mon... PLEASE!
It seems Maddie has become possessed by the "three-year-old-there-must-be-at-least-ONE-boundary-I-haven't-tested-yet" demon. The fun easy kid who once was has been replaced by this OTHER creature I hardly recognize and am not particularly fond of. At this moment, Marcel has left the house, primarily because she pushed every last button he had and he really didn't want to be found guilty of child abuse. I'm next.
Whoever came up with "terrible twos" hadn't yet lived through the "more-horrible-than-living-with-the-tasmanian-devil" threes.
You know that advertisement where the kid in the back seat is busy emptying the mother's wallet and tossing all the items out the window? Yeah, well, not so funny when it happens to YOU! Fortunately nothing actually left the car, but she had torn apart everything in the two bags in the back seat of the car, and hung three things out the window before I managed to get things under control. Thank God for automatic windows that I can control from the driver's seat.
Oh, and before the "hanging things out the window" incident, I was particularly impressed when she spit at me in Zellers.
Those of you who still have illusions that Maddie is a delightful, happy-go-lucky, charm-the-pants-off-ya child, THINK AGAIN!
Anyone want to babysit? Like, maybe for a YEAR?
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You wanna switch a 16 year old for a 3 year old? We can try it for a couple of days.
Ohhhhh, I have heard from many that the 3's are actually worse than the 2's. More independent confirmation. Oh dear.
I've only seen sweetness in Maddie, but somehow it doesn't surprise me that she has a will of iron and is willing to push every boundary known to her...
In my experience, 3 is much, much worse than 2. I've been told that things get better starting with 4---I hope so! Good luck with your 3-year-old.
I went to visit my sister recently. She has two kids - four and three. Their fighting and whining was continuous and made conversation nearly impossible. Jill barely lifted a finger to discipline them. I wanted to warm all three bums and leave. Instead, I just left.
Yeah, I'd always heard rumours about the "sweet threes" but nobody informed my children.
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