So today my thoughts were about Threenagers - named such because they have an attitude resembling that of a teenager - or so I have heard. I haven't parented a teenager yet although some days I feel like I am.
Terrible Twos never really rocked our world but the Threenager years are in full swing. Of course it is all developmentally appropriate {this phrase has become my personal mantra} and it is often hilarious - but it is also frustrating.
Raya and I have had some hilarious moments of late - probably more hilarious for on lookers than for me.
But I do often need to bite my tongue because what makes it so funny is because she has taken phrases she has heard and modified them in her own way.
One little phrase she has picked up is "don't F#@$K out mummy'. Now she has heard the phrase 'freak out' from me and unfortunately she has also heard the F@#* word (not from me) and for maximum impact has combined the two. Whenever I am re telling Nick a story about work or we are stuck in traffic and I comment we are running late she will say "Oh mummy don't F@!#% out ok".
The other day we had a 'negotiation' in Woolworths. When I turned around from putting fruit in the basket she was putting hair dye in her shopping basket. Yes she insists on carrying her own basket. She was adamant she was having hair dye so that she could dye her hair like Dora. Her parting line to me "Well you just wait till I'm five mummy". Oh I can wait, don't you worry.
Raya also uses the phrase "bust your chops". The other morning Nick was asking Raya to come and clean her teeth. "Daddy you are just busting my chops. Stop busting my chops I'm watching ABC Kids on 2". Any guesses for how well this went down. Imagine my mortification when during her swimming lesson she informs her teacher "I said No, I'm going to bust your chops". If only the floor could have swallowed me whole.
Today we had another 'negotiation' about wearing tracksuit pants. Apparently goosebumps are not strong enough motivation to cover up those undies. I finally told her that I was the mummy and I was telling her to put her tracksuit pants. Honestly she almost scoffed at me. With hands on her hips she says "I'm the mummy, I have 10 babies you only have 1 baby". Really how can I argue with that. Then again her children are plastic so she won't be negotiating with them.
When I ask her to do something she says to me "If you say so, or if you want me to mummy". So we have compliance but a sassy compliance.
I know I am not alone with my Threenager. Please if you have a Threenager share your stories and we can all laugh together
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