For the last several weeks every time I would ask you to stop doing something you would look at me and ask in the most innocent, sweet tone:
"Joo not want me get hurt?"
It seemed that was the only reason you could imagine for me to ask you to stop something.
Even if that something was feeding your food to the dogs.
This last week, something flipped.
I think the terrible threes caught up with you.
Or you learned something on the mean streets of daycare.
Now, when I ask you to not do something you immediately grab something and try to throw it. Usually at my head.
What happened to "Joo not want me get hurt?" Can we go back to that? I not want ME to get hurt either. And really, how much of your life needs to be spent in timeout??
I love you, but I'm not so thrilled with the train chucking phase we've entered.
Let me know when we can move on to something else.