Anthony has embraced his “terrible twos” with surprising enthusiasm.
So much enthusiasm that, if I went purely by instinct, he would have significant hearing loss and I would be permanently hoarse with the constant yelling.
Isn’t it great that I am such a model of patience and control?
(Whenever you’ve finished with your fit of giggles, let’s carry on with the post, shall we?)
Earlier today I heard him reprimand one of his siblings for something s/he had done. (Or hadn’t. He’s never picky.) Anthony’s usual reprimand is some sort of surprise physical punishment, such as a bite, a hit, a slap, or a punch… all followed by more of the same, until the sibling is a bruised and screaming heap on the floor and/or Mom intercedes.
(I realize that my son is 2. I also realize that his siblings are 9, 8 and 4. Do YOU realize that my baby has super-human strength? He’s the Superman of toddlers. And not in the good way.)
Today was different, though. Today I heard him follow the offending party through the house, repeating “I am not happy with you. Did you hear me? I am not happy with you. Not happy at all. Are you listening? I’M. NOT. HAPPY.”
This made me smile for a few reasons:
1. He DOES listen to what I tell him (!) even though he doesn’t usually act on it;
2. He didn’t inflict any sort of bodily injury, which is a HUGE step; and
3. Any time kids try to act like grown-ups, I think it’s hilarious.
Chalk one up for Mom. Also for Anthony. Today was a win-win. A double victory.
At least for one small moment. (And as I typed that last line, I heard, “Ow. Ow. Ow. OWWW. MOMMY!!!!”)
*sigh* A VERY small moment.