I thought Little Z had somehow escaped his dad's excessively dominant gene, which dictates that our children are relentlessly argumentative. He has been quite pleasant and, for the most part, accommodating so far.
But I'm noticing that more and more, he's demanding which shoes to wear and refuses to wear any T-shirt aside from his beloved gorilla one.
This week has been especially trying, since he's been under the weather.
He's argued with me about which fork color he will or will not eat with, has adamantly argued his way into 'eating' coconut water from a bowl with a spoon, and has told me that the garbage he's throwing goes on the wall (I swear he smirked when he announced that one).
In one of his more serious fits, when I called him by his nickname, he declared furiously "I'm NOT Bubbles!"
All I could think was "Oh, thank goodness, they've switched my child, can I have the old one back?"
After being messed around with all week with his demands and fits, his last remark left me with no doubts that this child is a strong willed copy of his brothers. I asked if he wanted something and his reply was...
"Yes and No."
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