Last night, I asked M to stop reading and go brush her teeth.
She ignored me.
I asked her again, a little louder.
She didn’t acknowledge me in any way.
I told her to brush her teeth with a bit of a sharp, loud voice.
She just turned her page and kept reading.
Finally, I yelled “M! I told you to go brush your teeth! When Mommy asks you to do something, you have to do it!”
M slammed her book shut, jumped up, stomped her foot, glared at me and yelled:
“I *HEARD* you! I didn’t want to listen! And when you talk like that, that is why we say
You!
Are!
A!
YELLER!!!!!!!!!!”
I can see that five years-old is going to be a lot like 15 years-old in some ways. The apple doesn’t fall far from the yeller tree.
Hahahahahahaha! Oh, I enjoyed that.
That is awesome.
I also have to say that, just two nights ago, my husband and I had just gotten our own five year-old to bed. I leaned over and asked him, “Is she five or fifteen.” So, yeah. It’s five.
YOU’RE telling someone to brush their teeth before bed?
more princess cereal please!
Six isn’t any better, in my experience. I’m exhausted. I miss my compliant little girl who thought I was the best.
Is M related to Soleil? I swear we had the same conversation this morning.
Ah, yes, we told someone who asked us how old our girl had turned on our birthday, “19″. The mom (who actually has a sixteen year old) laughed at us, and said “just you wait.”