So another of my little saying has come to bite me in the backside. In order to not be catering to our boy’s every whim, when they constantly ask for us to fetch them things we tend to respond with “I’m sorry, I’m not your servant” Well, when I took Carlos to the eye doctor awhile back the somewhat stuffy optometrist asked him to take the clipboard with his info up to the front desk, in which he responded “I’m not your servant” Yes, yes a proud moment as a mama for sure. That was one of the times when I was glad that other people don’t always understand what he says. Whew! We talked about it and how that wasn’t an appropriate thing for him to say to someone, etc, etc, etc.

So now….the phrase moves onto Trey. Trey has been all sorts of feisty and generally horrid to be around these days. It’s pretty typical 3 year old stuff, but man it’s getting old. If he goes into time out he screams at us about how he doesn’t want to and that he won’t go and on and on and on. Then he screams “I am not your servant!” He has no clue what it means, just thinks it gives him some power to say it. It’s tough when your sweet 2 year old comes into his own and finds his voice and has no problem telling you off.