Then in the excruciatingly painful voice she is crying in she says “Gabriel won’t play the Cha-Cha slide” After a log pause and heart slowing to normal rates, I feel the blood pressure rise. “You came in here acting like that because your brother wouldn’t play a song”
Then again I, being the awesome parent that I can sometimes be, decide I will pull it up on my iTunes so she can get her fix. Well I say to her “Come here” and at that point she changes from being upset to being demon child of the house. Jumps up in the air, comes crashing down on her knees and throws herself all over the floor during which she is screaming “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”. She didn’t even give me time to show or tell her that she was going to listen to it here. I turn it on anyways and it’s not the same as in her brothers room I guess because the fit continues.
Well what do you know but when the music starts blaring from my MacBook, the one who was not “wanting to listen” to the Cha Cha slides inches into the living room. Speaking of the one, he is at this moment drinking all of my Starbucks frappuchino and that is going to make for one unhappy mommy. Excuse me for a moment while I steal it back………
Okay I have returned, frappuccino in hand, all is well. So back to the story, he comes in the living room eyeing my MacBook and well I can see he is itching to dance but No Way mister “I don’t’ want to listen to the cha cha slide anymore and am going to cause my sister to have a mental breakdown at the age of 3” you most certainly are not going to be listening to it in here. His excuse is he wanted to watch Aidan play the game but he was not one bit paying attention to that game. So after both of them got in trouble from the big man of the house they finally are happy, she gets to listen to cha cha side in Bubba’s room and he isn’t grounded for the next year for aggravating her as always.
My mind is just boggled at kids, why in the world can they just not get along. They could be the greatest of allies but yet they tend to act like the worst of enemies 99% of the time. I seem to remember my mom and aunt telling me of stories of how they aggravated each other, that maybe someday I will share because they were quite the pair.
Children are a mystery that I am not entirely sure I will ever figure out, but I am sure to have a lot of memories and possibly stress induced gray hairs along the journey. Cheers to Children!
Toni Patton
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I feel like you understand me. I get so frustrated with my son..and he’s three too. He wasn’t that bad at two, but when the baby came and he turned three…things became very very crazy. He did the same thing to me the other day…kicking and screaming and then shut up when he realized that I had his toy.
Don’t worry about the coffee…my son is addicted to coffee beans. His father gives him two coffee beans in the morning when he’s making my coffee. I’m too cracked out to care. And he can’t go without them without having a meltdown. That and his Lightening vitamin. Ahhhh…three year olds.
Cheers indeed 🙂
I think siblings can’t be best friends until they don’t live a room apart anymore. I don’t know why, but that’s how it seems to go.
Thanks for sharing!
NOOOOO don’t be telling this story lol. Zoe my little angel who just turned 2 throws fits. Hysterical fits. Kicks, screams, oh my. My boy nope never. Oh I’m really in for it with her. I just don’t understand them either. Get down on the floor and throw a fit See what your daughter thinks of that while she’s doing hers!
KIDS!