My kids don’t listen. That’s how one of them ended up falling down our stairs. But toddlers weren’t built to listen. I believe that trying to discipline a toddler is like taming a tiger.
Now, I’ve never attempted to get into an actual confined space with a tiger, but I do raise wildlife, and let me tell you, you have never experienced the jungle until you have tried telling a three-year-old what to do. Today, Kairo was Super Saiyan. I mean full Brolly mode. Like, I can’t say anything, besides “KAKAROT,” because I’m so flustered right now.
Me: Kairo, what’s wrong?
Kairo: I wanna watch Paw Patrol!
Me: You already watched–
Kairo: I wanna watch Paw Patrol
Me: I told you, there are only two online and we need to–
Looks around flustered
Hair turns yellow. Crater forms at feet.
I don’t have any advice for when things like this happen. I’m just happy that the Earth persistently manages to survive Brolly’s assaults.