Alternate title: Bangs Against Wall
The other night, my husband was working late so we had leftovers for dinner. I let my kids choose what they wanted: leftover Chinese food, leftover grilled chicken and cous cous or hot dogs.
Yes, I realize that was my first mistake with a two year old.
My oldest picked a hot dog, so I – very innocently – went to reheat it in the microwave. Colin promptly threw himself on the floor and began screaming "NO HOT DOG! NO HOT DOG!" I tried to explain that it was for his sister… no dice. Fit continues. I got the hot dog all ready "Mustard only, please. I'm not Gracie." (She always says that. Apparently her not being Gracie explains her choice of hot dog condiments.)
Then I begin heating up Chinese for my middle daughter. Then – I'm sure you'll be shocked by this turn of events – Colin threw himself on the floor and began screaming "NO NOODLES! NO NOODLES!!" I explained that this was for his sister, but – as you might have guessed – it made no difference. I decide to ignore him and let him calm down.
So his sisters were sitting down at the table eating their meals and Colin notices that he's missing out of food. (CLEARLY he takes the food very seriously.) He climbs up into a chair, looks at me and sweetly says, "Hot dog, peeze, Mama!"
And his newest thing? "Don't want to."
"Colin, eat your lunch."
"Don't want to."
"Colin, its 3am. Go to sleep."
"Don't want to."
"Colin, tell your sister you're sorry for hitting her."
"Don't want to."
"You hurt her. You need to say that you are sorry."
"Don't want to."
"It doesn't matter if you want to. You need to."
"Nope. Don't want to."
I may not make it until he's three.


























