Evan is being a teenage category beast today. I picked him up from daycare and he announced he wasn't going to wear his jacket. Umm--yes you are, it's chilly out there! He looked me dead in the eye and insisted in a flat voice that he did NOT need his jacket, and some of his friends didn't wear jacket today, so he didn't need one either. Oh boy. Then I had to circle around the table multiple times to catch him, doing my best to stay in a daycare appropriate tone of voice. Then I had to pretty much drag him to go get Eric, and he cried the whole way. Good times.
Dinner was surprisingly uneventful, and he even asked for seconds of the salmon (????). Then the stern looks and mean voice started again as he insisted he SHOULD get a treat and did NOT need to take a shower and could color TWO more pages in the coloring book.
Is this a preview of what he'll be like as a teenager?