As some of you write about the angels that your children are, I am going to write about quite the contrary. Today, my three year old insisted on oatmeal for breakfast, and when he refused to try it, he went back to watching his morning cartoon. He came up to me after a while, grumpy as can be, and gruffly stated, "I am hungry." I replied nicely, "Okay, go pick out a cereal you'd like." Anything wrong with that? I didn't even force him to at least try the oatmeal. Instead of saying, "Thank you, mommy. I will," the little stinker (his aka, as you can see from a previous post, What A Stinker) crossed his arms, stomped past me, and said, "Okay, bad girl."
And although I had to be firm and correct him on his disrespectfulness, I was laughing inside. What a Wednesday, and it's not even 9am!
By the way, we don't use this phrase "bad..boy..." except when the dog is naughty! :)