Tornado S Declares Independence

Tornado S is going through a phase.  He’s asserting his independence, fighting for his freedom to say no when ever he wants to what ever he wants because his mommy is a horrible tyrant that makes him take baths, hold her hand in parking lots, makes dinners, and refuses to let him stay in his pajamas all day if it hasn’t been declared pajama day.  But those damn No’s are driving me nuts.

Tornado S, it’s bath time.  NO!

Tornado S, sit still I have to wash your hair.  NO!

Tornado S, we have to get you dressed.  NO!

Tornado S, do you want to pick out a shirt?  NO!
Tornado S, let’s put on your shoes. NO!

Tornado S, it’s time to go to the store.  NO!

Tornado S, we have to put on your jacket.  NO!

Tornado S, stay by Mommy in the store.  NO!

Tornado S, hold on to the cart.  NO!

Tornado S, don’t touch that.  NO!

Tornado S, hold my hand, please.  NO!

Tornado S, let’s change your diaper.  NO!

Tornado S, did you poop?  NO!

Tornado S, we have to go take Tornado E to school.  NO!

Tornado S, we have to go home.  NO!

Tornado S, we have to go get brother from school.  NO!

Tornado S, we have to go.  NO!

Tornado S, it’s dinner time.  NO!

Tornado S, pick up the toys you’re not playing with.  NO!

Tornado S, it’s bedtime.  NO!

Tornado S, it’s time to put on your pajamas.  NO!

Tornado S, do you want to pick out a story?  NO!

And sometimes his no means yes.

Do you want a muffin?  NO!

Do you want juice?  NO!

Do you want a cookie?  NO!

Sometimes he runs.  In another month or so, he’ll be faster than me.  Great.

Sometimes he stands his ground, shouting no with his hand out in a stop sign.  Like that will stop me.  Like the No stops me.  When will these kids learn that their mama is a tank?  She’s going, and they’re coming with her, no matter what.

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Can I please have . . . ?

To keep my boys out of harm’s way while I make dinner, I turn on the TV to either PBS or Noggin.  The other day I turned on Noggin and Go Diego Go happened to be playing.  When I finished making dinner, I went to turn off the TV and retrieve Evan and Sean from the coach, so Evan could set the table.  Then we could have our cheese enchiladas.

 

Evan: Mommy, are we going to have dinner now? 

 

Me: Yes.

 

Evan: YEA!!!  I like the baby marmoset.  He’s so cute!  Mommy, do you like the baby marmoset?

 

Me: Yes.

 

Evan: Mommy, can I have a baby marmoset from the jungle?  Please, please? 

 

See the cute baby pygmy marmosets?

 

Ah how cute!

 

But we are talkuing about a three-year-old and a wild animal.  A three-year-old that would play with it until it couldn’t play anymore.  Or until the baby turned into this. . .

 

See the teeth?

 

 

 

Yeah, Mommy says no.

 

 

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