At the Y this morning, a small person about that age was screaming and yelling plaintively "I don't want to go."
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{{{Poor baby}}}
You guys at The Treehouse again?
Being three years old is very hard.
I know, right? Everytime I hang out with a 3 year old and there's howling about THE INJUSTICE OF IT ALL, I'm all, aw. It's hard out here for a toddler.
I am at work, and SA is snoozing on my couch. Toddlers don't know JACK about injustice.
t /sleeeeepy Teppy
(I would like to point out I had my sarcastic font on wrt to toddler woe)
My theory is that toddlers yell out loud what we're all screaming inside. We are all oppressed by the injustice of us all, but as adults we're supposed to suffer in silence, even though inside we're sobbing "I don't want to go!"
(I would like to point out I had my sarcastic font on wrt to toddler woe)
(And I had my self-mocking font on w/r/t the INJUSTICE of me having to be at work while SA snoozes.)
I am at work, and SA is snoozing on my couch. Toddlers don't know JACK about injustice.
I think the only fair thing to do is to call home and wake her up.
OK, maybe she should get a pass on account of car difficulties....
I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore!
WAHHHHH!
My theory is that toddlers yell out loud what we're all screaming inside. We are all oppressed by the injustice of us all, but as adults we're supposed to suffer in silence, even though inside we're sobbing "I don't want to go!"
MadTV had this hilarious skit about adult tantrums, and they were all situations where you just wanted to flip out like a mammal, but had to be a grown up, like the one where the woman filled out the wrong form, and had to get back in line after she had filled out the correct one, so she started screaming and crying.
Gronklies. In an effort to force myself onto something resembling an East Coast schedule, I set my alarm for 10:30, despite the fact that we/I yet again didn't fall asleep until 4AM. Blargh.
But it's thundering here! I get excited about little things sometimes.
Ack, MM, I'm sorry about the lack of greasy spoon.
MadTV had this hilarious skit about adult tantrums, and they were all situations where you just wanted to flip out like a mammal, but had to be a grown up, like the one where the woman filled out the wrong form, and had to get back in line after she had filled out the correct one, so she started screaming and crying.
This is hysterical. My inner three-year-old has tantrums all the time.