So G is trying to rule the roost again. He’s got this idea in his head that what ever he says goes (probably because he’s a toddler still and we all know they’re egomaniacs) which is fine when it comes to what shirt to wear or what to have for lunch. But this morning we had a knock down drag out fight over whether or not a button-down shirt was actually shorts. He’d done his level best to make it function that way, feet through the sleeves, cuffs tight around his ankles (because it was a long-sleeved shirt) tugging and pulling it up and trying to wrap the body around his tush. I’d have taken a picture, but since he was dressing himself, he hadn’t felt the need for either a pull-up or underwear and there was no good way to make the picture appropriate for posterity (at least not in my opinion). What do you do in a situation like that? I’ll tell you what I did. I tried for a few minutes to explain that it wasn’t shorts, no amount of his insisting that it was would change reality. Then I took the shirt off of his legs, no easy task since he was still insisting on wearing it as shorts and found him an actual pair of shorts.
We have loads of arguments that boil down to G trying to change reality purely through the power of his spoken words. Then there are the arguments that stem from him believing that house rules don’t apply to him. Chief among these rules he believes he is exempt from is saying please when asking for something. He can say please, he knows he’s supposed to say please, he used to say please, now it is a no go, “Me want”, should be good enough in his eyes. Sometimes I can coax a please out of him, sometimes I give in (if it’s something he really shouldn’t go without like a drink), sometimes, if it’s a piece of candy or something unnecessary, I stick to my guns and more often then not he decides that he’d rather not have the treat.
I try my best to pick my battles, but there is no negotiating with this tyrant. He makes his stand and it’s his way or the highway. There are a great many frustrating arguments because reality doesn’t bend to the whims of a toddler and in a family of six sometimes ‘rules are rules’.
Do you have your own tiny tyrant? How do you deal?