So, yesterday little T.Puzzle refused to his eat pancakes. And, today he was all about the pancakes and wouldn’t eat his strawberries. I don’t understand. He normally loves strawberries, too.
If the word ‘no’ had never been invented, would raising a strong-willed child be easier?
I have lived it before (you all know Full Speed, right?) and apparently I am worse for the wear.
That’s why when someone asks me if I want to have more children the word ‘no’ launches from my mouth quicker than little T.Puzzle can bite someone (that’s faster than lightning).
Maybe I’m glad ‘no’ exists after all.
yes that seems like it would be a bad start to the morning when everyday is a switcher-roo…