I DON'T WANT TO BE A BOY

Weeb: Mummy, I don't want to be a boy. I want to stay being a girl so I can turn five and go to Kindergarten.

Mummy: Uh. Okay. Do you think you are going to turn into a boy?

Weeb: No! That's just silly, Momma!

GET ME KID?

Dear Weeb,

While at the airport the other day, you, my darling offspring, upon being told that you had to hold somebody's hand, say to me, "I don't have to do what you say."

So I grab you by the arm and get down to your eye level and tell you that you WILL do what I say because what I tell you to do is to keep you safe so you don't get hit by a car or a bad person doesn't take you and hurt you (yes, your mother is one of THOSE mothers). Get me kid?

"I get you momma," you say.

I have no doubt that we will be repeating this conversation many times.

BARGAINING

Dear Weeb,

You have been so funny lately... when you're having a meltdown (like if I take something away or put my foot down in any way) you'll get into the bargaining. Here are some of your favorites:

"Not yet, not yet! Ten more minutes!"

"I really, really, really, really, REALLY don't want to !"

"I promise, I promise I won't do again I PROMISE!"

Occasionally we'll catch you in the middle of a long tragic rant to yourself that includes:

"Nobody understands me ."

"Nobody believes me ."

"Nobody likes me ."

I have no idea where you got the last three from. Well the nobody believes me might be from THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF that we have been telling you about, trying to explain about lying. We also get the occasional, "I promise I'm not lying, Mummy," from that one. You are a serious little riot!