The Girl gave me a swat today.
She had asked for chicken noodle soup, so I started making it for her.
“No!” she turned on me without warning, “don’t *make* it! I want Noodle soup!!!” She is 3, and this is what 3 has been like for us for the most part. Don’t try to make sense of it. There is no sense. Only opposition. I’m a reasonable person, so of course I tried to reason with her.
“You asked for Chicken Noodle soup, so I am making it for you,” I said, in calm tones.
“No! No! No!” she yelled, and that’s when she swatted me. Automatic timeout, of course. She bawled, as she normally does. I came to her when the timeout was over to have our discussion about what happened, why she got a time out, and what she can do to avoid getting one in the future.
“Just leave me alone, Mummy,” she said after a bit of this,”so I can wipe my eyes.” Fair enough, I thought. So I left her to collect herself. A short time later, she came to me, bringing her keyboard with her.
“I want to sing you a song, Mummy,” she said, smiling. “It’s called, ‘I Don’t Like It When Mummy’s Angry.'”
“Alright,” I said, eyebrow raised, but still amused.
“A one, a two, a one, two, three, four!” She sang, “I don’t like it when Mummy’s angry. I only like it when she’s happy.” I’ll leave you to interpret what this song is supposed to mean.