That's not to say that two wasn't terrible or three wasn't hell. But someone once told me it wasn't the terrible two's you had to worry about, it was the 'fucking fours' and I agree.
With four comes a whole new level of awareness. Suddenly, the world is your oyster and every adult on the planet is clearly only a pawn in your game of life. They are there for service, of course, and any breech in adult compliance to any of your requests must be met with severe punishment.
Preferred methods of adult punishment include, but are not limited to;
- Throwing yourself dramatically on the floor and floundering about; the more public the arena, the better!
- Proclaiming your new hatred of the adult, you don't love them! It was all a ruse!
- Throwing whatever object may be in your hand at the time of adult non-compliance hoping to hit something or better yet..... someone!
- Kicking the back of a car seat, the bedroom door, the nearest dachshund.
- Informing the adult that they are no longer your friend. Take that!
The fucking fours. I'll tell ya, enough crazy in them to send you running headfirst into the nearest brick wall.
He's lucky I love him.
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