…and what have you done with my sweet, cooperative two-year old?
My Petey used to give me hugs and kisses. When I ask you for a kiss, you say NO.
My Petey used to love to help clean up. When I suggest picking up toys, you say NO.
My Petey used to race to let the dog in or out of the house. When I ask you nicely to do this simple thing for me, you say NO.
My Petey used to go to bed or nap without too much complaint. When I tell you it’s time to go, you run and hide. When I catch you and put you in your room, you throw a fit and won’t stay in bed.
My Petey used to say please and thank you without prompting. When I gently remind you how to ask nicely, you stare at me defiantly.
My Petey used to move gently around the baby. When I ask you to stop climbing on the couch where I’m sitting with Mary, you start jumping harder.
My Petey used to follow cooperatively to different activities. But you have a repertoire of diversionary tactics I find hard to believe a mere two year old could conjure.
My Petey used to listen and obey when given a warning that his parents were wise to his intentions. But you feign innocence and claim to be “just walking” and not preparing to repeat improper behavior.
Who are you, little boy? Where is my Petey?