... for living peacefully with Noah.
RULE #1: IF I SEE IT, IT'S MINE
RULE #2: IF I THINK I SEE IT, IT'S MINE
RULE #3: IF I HEAR ABOUT IT, IT'S MINE
RULE #4: DO NOT TALK ABOUT MY STUFF
RULE #5: DO NOT TOUCH MY STUFF
RULE #6: DO NOT TALK ABOUT ME
RULE #7: DO NOT TOUCH ME ... until I'm crying hysterically because I can't get down/up.
RULE #8: DO NOT HELP ME ... until I've completely screwed up what I was trying to do so that it takes ten times longer to help me than if I would have accepted/asked for help in the first place.
RULE #9: DO NOT SPEAK TO ME UNLESS I SPEAK TO YOU DIRECTLY ... or you're going to say something I want to hear ... which I seriously doubt ... so just don't speak.
RULE #10: DO NOT ASK ME WHAT I WANT ... I won't tell you ... and if I do, I'll be crying or screaming so much you won't be able to understand a single word of it
Last but in NO WAY the least
RULE #11: I'M NEVER SLEEPY!!!
As you can guess, we've been dealing with a TERRIBLE three-year-old. Don't get me wrong, he has his good moments. However, lately, it seems they've been out weighed buy the not so good ... the I'm-going-to-rip-my-hair-out-while-screaming-and-running-around-
in-circles-before-collapsing-to-the-floor-finally-mumbling-incoherently-in-the-fetal-position moments. I hear he'll eventually grow out of it. I'm just wondering if I'll live to see it ... you know ... outside the local insane asylum.
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