Today we had playgroup at our house for the first time and I would like to state for the record that Connor did extremely well, not pushing or hitting anyone. Well maybe a little hitting, but that kid wasn’t taking it and hit him right back. And it wasn’t really hitting as we know it, it was more flapping around in the air, attempting to cause enough of a distraction that he would be able to take another child’s toy, so I guess the other kid just flapped right back. At one point Connor went over, (I swear I’m not making this up) and sat by himself in the kitchen floor and built a tower of blocks. I kept hearing another child cry and would shout out in a warning tone, Cooonnnnooorrr, because I’ve been pavlov’ed into thinking that when I hear another child get upset, it’s because Connor has taken a toy or is attempting to use their head as a step stool to climb up the curtains but today… I was wrong. It’s happening… the terrible twos are slipping away from us.
I’ve heard that the 3’s are so much worse because they start talking back. But talking back is sssooooo much better than some of the other destruction that occurs when little boys are left unsupervised for three minutes, like when you are trying to pee. Talking back doesn’t ruin a sofa or chase a cat, it doesn’t hit its brother or go tearin-ass through the living room with a bottle of maple syrup it’s stolen from the fridge. Talking back is just that. Talking.
I might feel differently when it’s directed at me, but I used to do tech support for a living and there is nothing that a two year old can throw at me that’s any worse than someone that’s been trying to print for an hour with a printer that was powered off which was why they were getting an error, printer not responding. And I know it’s not worse than someone at a
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