I’ve already gotten more drama from Katie at age 3 than I’ve gotten over Owen’s whole life.
I get “I hate you” and “I’m mad at you” on a loop most every day. Just now I got both because I told her not to eat such a big bite (she was literally shoving a sandwich in her mouth and couldn’t even chew her mouth was so full).
Or maybe I told her to try to go potty and she didn’t want to.
Or maybe I told her to step smashing a tomato on the counter.
Or maybe I sad we couldn’t go to the park now but we could after lunch.
It’s exhausting.