Threenagers are an interesting folk. They’re these little people that still need naps, give you attitude like nobody’s business and have somehow developed their own little opinions of the world. Just this week Olivia declared “This bike is Sucky”. What? I said to her. She repeated, “This bike is Sucky”. Well, okay then.
She went on to explain to me that Carson was riding on it and now it goes “like this wobble wobble”. In the same breath she said Bye and rode off on that bike down the street to go and play with her new friend.
Threenagers. I love them. Here are five signs you’re living with one:
- Audible sighs. When you ask them to clean up their toys, when you tell them to brush their teeth, when it’s time for a nap, when they have to take a shower because they’ve been playing in the sand all day and they have a layer of dirt an inch thick.
- A sudden disdain for personal hygiene. Teeth brushing? No thanks. Showering? Ha. Forget that. (PS. Neighbors, we’re not trying to murder her – it’s only a showering night)
- The attitude and the opinions about everything. It doesn’t matter what you are doing, they’re going to have this newfound opinion.
- The testing of the boundaries and the smirk that comes with it. She knows the rules, she knows what she can and cannot do. This doesn’t stop her from starting the action of something like she’s not supposed to do and smirking at you to gauge your reaction.
- The full range of emotions in thirty seconds flat. No jokes. Last night her friend had to go inside for dinner. She ran to our house, bawling. I told her she could play after dinner. She replied with NO. LATER. Sure, later and after aren’t the same thing. She started laughing, she screamed that she wanted to play with her friend and then she was all “I HAVE TO PEE” Screaming/Tantruming outside on the sidewalk. She agreed to come inside to go pee and was excited to see her sister and give her some crackers. I didn’t say that they weren’t entertaining.