This is my third time experiencing the terrible twos, so you would think that I would be used to the constant whining, the power struggles and the evil stink-eye that my children all seem to have been born with. Despite my previous experience, this round of terrible-ness with Bubba is trying my last nerve.
Don't sit there, mommy! That's Daddy's chair. You can't sit there! Oh, really? Watch me. Earth moving tantrum ensues.
Mommy, I want to turn out the light! Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy. I wanna do it! Well, baby, you need to grow about two more feet and catch me on day when I'm not in a hurry. Oh, wait, that's never. High-pitched screaming ensues.
No, mommy. Go away. I want Daddy. I don't want you. Well, Bubba, Daddy's at work makin' bacon, so you have NO OPTIONS. Reaction? See above.
Get out of my room! Huh? Did you suddenly age twelve years overnight? Oh, that's right, I have your lil' big sis to thank for that sassy nugget.
I don't want wanna watch this [State of the Union]. Turn it off! I do it. What a good boy, you are! Want some cake and ice cream AND candy? Mommy and Daddy are so proud of you.