We own a new ladder. It seemed like a good idea after McKay's near accident, so Ken went out and bought a much sturdier one. Gabie interpreted this as a sign that he could now climb up and down it at will to "help" Dad fix the roof. Gabie did not take kindly to my insistance on Sunday morning that No, he was not allowed to climb up there again, especially in his Sunday clothes.
Gabie looked at me sternly and said, "The problem with you Mom is that you want to control me all the time. You tell me not to do stuff and you think I have to listen to you. Well the world isn't always going to be the way you want it to be."
Is it possible to have a 5 year old teenager?
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Apparently so.
Ouch.
I am afraid of how he will be as a teenager if he is that bold now.
LOL! Oh my goodness...having teenagers myself, I'm just a little worried for you!
Bright kid! At least he can reason things out. That makes life easier, right? :-)
and you said....?
Pre. Co. Cious.
I love your kids. They crack me up!
Hey, I tagged you for a fun game over at my place.
Oh Boy, yes it is.
Oh Boy, yes it is.
Holy Cow! He's very advanced, it's clear.
Choke. He's sounding a little stuffy for your everyday five year old--cute but scary :)
When are you going to figure out you're not the center of the universe Mom?
My son was the same way. He would say, "You guys just want to hold me down!" He's still that way at 14. You learn to be a little clever in dealing with them. I knew I was in trouble when he was about 3. I dropped him off at Mother's Day Out and I told him I would pick him up some Skittles while I was at the grocery store. Well, the errands list was too long and I didn't make it to the store. When I picked him up I told him I didn't have the Skittles because I hadn't made it to the store yet. I said I needed to run by the church and take care of something, then we would go to the store and if he was good at church then I would get him the candy. He replied, "Oh, I see....it's all about CHOICES now" I said, "What?" and he said, "Before I was just gonna GET the Skittles, now I have to be good to get them! It's all about choices!"
What's a mother to say? :-)
Have you considered signing him up for classes at the university? Psychology, perhaps?
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