He's almost 3, our little Cub. He's talking up a storm lately. Sometimes you know what he means, sometimes you don't. Sometimes he yells at you. Sometimes he's really sweet.
A few good quotes lately:
The day before Thanksgiving, he got afraid of turkeys. So on the holiday, we referred to "the meat" or "food." At the end of dinner, I had lost my patience with his fid-faddling around, pointed to his plate and told him to eat his turkey.
"That's not a turkey," he said, "that's FOOD."
Another day, he was carrying on because he wanted some (more) candy. Pulling out the love and logic technique, I was very sympathetic and said, "I know you really want some candy, and it's hard when we don't get what we want." He got close up to me and yelled a few words, "YOU! NO! TELL! ME! ITS! HARD!" Onto parenting technique 3,498.
Today the still 2 year old was wrestling/attacking his 8 yr old brother. He was basically hanging off K's back. So when JimDad told him to let go already, Sam yelled back: BUT I LOVE HIM!
"Well, sure, you love him buddy, but you need to let go of his neck!" #brothers
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