Turns out, I don't know my own son anymore..My perfect 5 year old has turned into a giant whining machine..he has a giant whining pipe and 99 out of 100 times he is aiming to shoot it at no one else but his own mom..It does not matter why and whom he is upset about..(Datta, now I know how you feel about me...but that in no way means I will change my behavior..so-ree buddy)
Every evening when I pick him up from school, he looks like a perfectly adorable sweet boy nodding his head and then saying have a good night to his teachers and five minutes later..you know what i mean...Don't you? Do I know him? I dont think so...But he definitely is showing some familiar traits which closely resemble his own mom..BTW whoever came up with terminology of terrible twos must have given up giving names for further age groups..but I am not gonna quit..It is called ferocious fives..
Every evening when I pick him up from school, he looks like a perfectly adorable sweet boy nodding his head and then saying have a good night to his teachers and five minutes later..you know what i mean...Don't you? Do I know him? I dont think so...But he definitely is showing some familiar traits which closely resemble his own mom..BTW whoever came up with terminology of terrible twos must have given up giving names for further age groups..but I am not gonna quit..It is called ferocious fives..
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