I swear, if anyone actually understood how that works, they'd be a fricking billionaire. Cause mostly everyone is going to have to deal with a 3.5 year old at some point in their life, and it is not easy going, let me tell you. We just came from returning (tried to exchange for a bigger size, but there wasn't one) a snowsuit at Co Op. I'm not a member, so all I could do was the exchange, and I had told the boy that before going. We weren't buying any treats or toys, just looking for a snowsuit. He doesn't listen so well. Anyway, cut to him screaming like a crazy person because I can't / won't buy him a Batman toy and me trying to wrestle him and the wee girl (who is just staring at him, and at me, like, mom, wtf? and looking like she should start crying too out of moral support for the boy or because she's kind of scared) out of the store into the car, which involves first releasing his death grip on the mini shopping cart he's pushing around and then getting him into the car while holding the girl, which I had almost accomplished (I had just planned to stick him in the car and close the door, go around and buckle the girl in, and then come back and buckle him in) when one of the lovely ladies at Coop came out to help me, and held the girl for me while I wrestled with the boy who was fighting with his impressive, especially for a 3.5 year old, strength to prevent me from even sitting him in the seat, let alone buckle the straps.
Good times.
He fell asleep on the way home, exhausted from his tirade, so I did make good on my promise that he was going to his room until his father got home once we made it home, but it just didn't have the same impact since he was unconscious at the time, and will probably sleep until the man gets home anyway. I'm sure as shit not waking him up.
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