My willful threenager

“No daddy, I don’t want to wear that. I want to wear my dinosaur shirt.”

“Nico, the dinosaur shirt is in the laundry. Let’s wear the doggie shirt.”

And as the words slipped out of my mouth, I already knew I was in trouble. My three year old throws himself to the ground, limbs flailing, tears instantly coming down his cheeks, his breath heaving, and when he finally catches enough air, he turns to me, mouth open in complete agony, and then his shrill cry of NOOOOOOOO echoes throughout our otherwise peaceful town.

Welcome to my life with a Threenager.