Though he's my son, not my frere...but he's Soooo Contrary! It's like no matter what I say, he says NO without even thinking about it. Don't you hate that??? It's maddening I tell you!
me: Jack, here are your clothes to change into (he was just outside and came in all wet from the snow)
Jack: I'm not wearing THAT shirt!
me: It's the one you had on before... what's the problem now?
Jack: It's a SCHOOL shirt (he rips the shirt out of my hand and heads upstairs)
me: Yeah, come on back down and have a seat. 5 minutes. We don't rip things out of Mommy's hand and act all rude.
Jack: Sigh...
(5 minutes later)
me: You can go get a new shirt if you don't like that one.
Jack: That's what I was doing.
me: (determined to have the last word) Then you should be all set.
Jack: I know!
me: Good, hurry up then. (ha)
He comes back down all dressed. Doesn't look much different than what I had picked for him, but the difference is HE picked it.
me: Do you want to play your new game with me and Daddy?
Jack: You guys can play, I'll just watch.
me: Well it will be more fun if you play too...
Jack: No! You two play and I'll watch!
me: We're not playing unless we all play. We'll find something we can all do together. Let's go use your new bumper car remotes.
Jack: Let's play up here
me: You know I don't want them smashing the walls up here, so we keep them downstairs.
Jack: No! I want them up here!
me: We go downstairs or we don't play.
Jack: Fine, whatever... (another time out for being rude)
me: Ready to go play?
Jack: Okay, I'll play with Daddy... (There are only 2 cars...)
me: Good, I'll play on the scooter while you guys play cars.
Jack: I want to go on the scooter!
me: But you're playing cars with Daddy...
Jack: But I really want to play on the scooter...
me: Sigh...
How much can one person take. I almost want to give an instant time out for the word NO. It's really all he says. Do you want this for a snack? No. Do you want to go to the store? No. Can you set the table? In a minute... Grrrrrrrr!
We've started instant time outs for rudeness and non-compliance. No more warnings. He's old enough to know what to do and say without a warning. Sorry Jack, it's actually our way or the highway! :)
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