Terrible Threes.
Don’t answer the door. It might be me, and I might be handing you an adorable little blonde girl with beautiful blue eyes. She will look so sweet, you will take her into your home. Then she will ask for a cookie before dinner and you, being the sensible parent that you are, will say, “Let’s have a cookie after dinner!” You didn’t say the dreaded “N” word, you used a bright and cheery tone, but it doesn’t matter. Right before your eyes that beautiful, sweet, smiling, charming little angel will turn into a snarling demon, screeching the way only a child scorned can screech, generally scaring everyone and everything within a 10-mile radius and alerting the police and local churches that either a murder has been committed or an exorcism needs to be performed.
You will attempt to reason, appease, joke, distract, redirect and finally ignore the screams, jumping up and down, foot stomping, yelling, crying and even occassionally hitting and kicking… to no avail.
Eventually you will go truly, undeniably, irreversibly mad. You will drop this beautiful little angel, who has calmed down now that she realized you were offering her a chance to play in the water table which is her favorite! thing! ever! and is appropriately occupied with that activity, at the doorstep of another unsuspecting parent.
I would say shame, shame, shame on you – but remember how this story began?
Three has been, by far, my least favorite age. I don’t want to wish their babyhood away, but dear lord, let four be better.
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Yeah it isn’t the terrible two’s it’s the terrible THREE’S! Em turned into a demon too. She would throw fits (which I don’t do), and I would walk off from her. She would pick herself up stop crying, walk over to where I was then fall down crying again..REALLY? Luckily four is much better, but watch out for 7, it’s a DOOZIE!
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I’ve heard from many, many people that three is a lot worse than two. I’m so looking forward to it.
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Oh, I remember threes. ::shudders::
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Just wait till you get to the Fucking Fours.
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Well, I kind of do that if I don’t get a cookie, too, so I understand.
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Oh, yes, three SUCKS. I feel your pain, sister!
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Sorry about the blogroll thing. I forgot about changing it, but it’s done now!
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