This week my oldest sweet terror, Em, who just turned 3 last month, has been a terror. Now, I have been dealing with her crabbiness for a while now but it has reached a new height. This week she did something I don't even know where she got it from.
She was getting into trouble, digging through things I told her to leave alone. So I grabbed her hand and walked her away from the pile of folded laundry. I got down to her level and explained why I don't want her touching and to leave it alone. Then, she proceeded to yell at me, act like she was going to punch me (which she thankfully resisted) and then said "you are so dumb" and ran off to her room slamming the door behind her.
Whao, why am I suddenly catapulted into teen years? I thought I was the mother of a preschooler, not a high schooler. I was planning on prepping myself for my daughters loathing and hatred when she started her period or junior high, whichever came first. There was no prepping myself for a three year old telling me off and calling me names.
So now we have been taking things away, movies and games are gone, hidden even from view. Next it will be toys. I feel like then I'm going to have to go for the car keys and cell phone, oh wait, she's 3. Just taking that stuff away improved her attitude drastically.