Anyone with a toddler knows that every day is a test in patience and endurance. Every morning when I wake up, I give myself a pep talk that goes something like this: He’s three years old, cut him some slack, he’s curious, just trying to figure out the world around him. Be tolerant. Be kind to him. I will admit though, I am not too good at the whole patience thing. But I try. I really do. For example, here are a few things I say to my son versus what is actually going on my head.
What I say: Yes honey? What can I do for you?
What I mean: How can you possibly say my name that many times in a row? Say “Mommy” one more time. I dare you.
What I say: No, you may not ride your brother like a horsey.