By and large the Mini is a pretty agreeable kid. Sure he’ll play hard to get when I try to get him to give me something he shouldn’t have, but eventually, he’ll give it to me without much fuss. He was also pretty much a doormat for the longest time, not really getting ruffled when kids would yank toys out of his hands.
He slammed the brakes on all of that HARD, over the last two days. The terrible twos seem to be arriving at our house on the early side, because he’s been a ripe whore. I don’t doubt that they’ll be staying late, because that’s how that parental karma works. Whatever shit you pulled as a kid gets paid back to you twice as bad. All while Grandma watches on, not even trying to stifle a laugh.
And while this really sucks, and I’m sure I’ll be over it yesterday, I can’t help but laugh at the amount of drama a 19 month old exhibits. Can’t get your shoes on? Throw yourself on the ground and scream, and then hit your shoes and then throw them across the room for good measure. Not allowed to have a cookie? Drop to your knees and cry about it loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Friend take your toy? Go and remove the contents of the coffee table with one deft sweep.
4 and a half months until two. If I make it that far.