You know you have arrived as a parent when one of those two sentences is spoken to you:
1. I hate you.
2. I am going to run away.
Today, Christian informed me he is going to run away (because I informed him that when we got home, he would be taking a nap because his poor attitude clearly indicated he was in need of a nap).
First I got tears and promises of an improved behavior. When I didn't budge, he brought out all he had:
"Mommy, I am going to run away."
"Mommy, you don't want to play with me. You don't think I am handsome, you think I am ugly. I am going to call Papa and tell him you're being mean to us. You don't think I am smart. You don't believe in me."
He did start to say, "I don't like you." But he stopped before he finished his sentence because a while back, I gave him the "what for" for repeatedly telling me he didn't l me. He knows better now than to say, I don't like (or love) you
At 6 1/2 years old ... I know this is just the beginning. :)
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