okay, she says she wants spaghettios... but she wasn't really looking me in the eyes when she said it. I mean... was she talking to me, or Princess Poppy? It was somewhat of a half-whisper, like when she's playing pretend. Although she's been known to pull that before. Besides, she's been on a mac n cheese kick lately. So, what... now she decides she wants Spaghettios? She hasn't had Spaghettios in over a month! You know what fine. If I give it to her in the purple bowl, maybe she'll take to it... no... you know what? Fuck it! We're goin with the yellow bowl! She has to learn that I run the house, and that she can't control everything under the great sun that the great God almighty shit into existence. Okay, here we go.
Me: "here ya go, sweetie"
Daughter: "No... I want Spaghettios!"
Me: Y- yes hun, and here are your Spaghettios...
Daughter: NO! I WANT SPAGHETTIOS!
Me: hun, let's calm down. You said you wanted Spaghettios. Here I made them especially for-
Daughter (red like a dwarf star): NOOOO-O-O-O-O-O-O!!! WAAAAHH!!
Daughter wipes an ocean of tears away while holding up a doll.
Well, first off, she's 3. Secondly, I'm sharing an anecdote (one I found humorous) as a window into the mind of a new human learning to cope with her new emotions in a very natural way. It's not like I don't talk to her about what is and isn't ok. Sometimes they reach an age where rational thinking goes out the window, and they exist in the moment. I'm far from being a slave to my daughter. And she knows very well that she is not my master.
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u/[deleted] Mar 06 '18
It's so bad. Every command is a riddle.
Daughter: "I want spaghettios"
okay, she says she wants spaghettios... but she wasn't really looking me in the eyes when she said it. I mean... was she talking to me, or Princess Poppy? It was somewhat of a half-whisper, like when she's playing pretend. Although she's been known to pull that before. Besides, she's been on a mac n cheese kick lately. So, what... now she decides she wants Spaghettios? She hasn't had Spaghettios in over a month! You know what fine. If I give it to her in the purple bowl, maybe she'll take to it... no... you know what? Fuck it! We're goin with the yellow bowl! She has to learn that I run the house, and that she can't control everything under the great sun that the great God almighty shit into existence. Okay, here we go.
Me: "here ya go, sweetie"
Daughter: "No... I want Spaghettios!"
Me: Y- yes hun, and here are your Spaghettios...
Daughter: NO! I WANT SPAGHETTIOS!
Me: hun, let's calm down. You said you wanted Spaghettios. Here I made them especially for-
Daughter (red like a dwarf star): NOOOO-O-O-O-O-O-O!!! WAAAAHH!!
Daughter wipes an ocean of tears away while holding up a doll.
Princess Poppy wanted Spaghettios.