Me: Do you want grapes or bananas with breakfast?
Jack: Um, how 'bout some butter?
Me: No, grapes or bananas.
Jack: Ok. French toast, please.
That first conversation of the morning pretty much summed up how today went. Jack's been relatively happy with only a few melt downs, but very determined to get his own way.
This evening, he asked if I'd play a game with him and I told him that I couldn't because I was making dinner.
So, he looked up at me and said, "I want to be happy! You want me to not be happy, Mama? You want to be happy wif me, Mama?"
Seriously. He's two years old. If he's already starting this stuff, what will life be like when he's 13?
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