May 17, 2007
Bossy Nova Baby
Little Dawson is becoming demanding. Wait, that’s not right. He’s always been demanding; now he is bossy. He is constantly telling me what to do and I’m starting to dislike it.
At first, it was cute. When I’m driving in the car, he’ll demand that I “turn this way” quite often, as though I have no idea how to get to Grandma’s house.
At home he tells me to “get Dawson juice, Mumma.” I have been teaching him manners. He’s got the “thank you’s” and “Your welcome’s” down, but “please” is what he forgets.
When he tells me to do something, I ask him, “What’s the magic word?” To which he replies, “Magic word, Mumma.” I have to constantly remind him to say please, and he does, which makes it a little easier for me to ignore his bossy business.
Several days ago I went to pick him up from daycare. He was playing outside in the enormous sandbox that our daycare provider has in her back yard.
Dawson refused to leave, telling me that he wanted to stay at Renee’s and play with the shovels. I didn’t have time to deal with a temper tantrum by removing him from the sandbox, so I told him he could stay and I’d take his friend Trevor home with me instead.
In a jealous rage, Dawson said, “No, Dawson go home with Mumma.”
I managed to get Dawson buckled into his carseat and just as I was pulling out of the driveway he threw a fit. He was crying for something and I had no idea what he was trying to say.
“Dawson, what is wrong?” I asked.
“Mumma, we take Trevor home, too!” he replied.
Now my son wanted to take his friend home with us. He assumed he could have a play date. I had to explain that Trevor’s mommy would be sad if took Trevor without permission. I didn’t know how to say I was manipulating my son into getting into the car.
Dawson finally calmed down when we got home. Doug was in the kitchen making supper and Dawson told him, “Daddy, I wanna sister.”
I started to laugh. Doug insists that I programmed our son to say that. I did no such thing. He’s just too smart.
Yesterday at the library, Dawson refused to leave because he wasn’t done playing.
“Dawson, we have to go home now. We’ve got lots of stuff to do.” I said.
“Shh, Mumma. I’m busy.” he said. I swear he rolled his eyes at me.
If he’s this way at 2 years old, I can only imagine what he’ll be like as a teenager.
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May 17th, 2007 at 2:08 PM, Nadine Says:
Hahaha. Awww, he’ll get over it. It’s funny to read this post. I have a 15 month year old son. You’re letting me see our near future
May 17th, 2007 at 2:19 PM, dana Says:
Nadine, I never realized Dawson would become so sassy!!
May 17th, 2007 at 4:13 PM, Cheryl Says:
Mr. Sassy Pants. Ben definitely isn’t to that point yet… he’ll just have meltdowns if we take a toy away or take him away from the toys. Non-verbal means less outright sassiness. Oh well. I’m sure my turn will come.
The closest he comes to sassiness is running away from us when we ask him to come over to us. He always looks back over his shoulder with this small, devilish grin on his face, like he’s saying “I know I’m being naughty, but I don’t care.”
May 18th, 2007 at 7:56 AM, dana Says:
Cheryl, sounds to me like Ben just knows he’s cute.
What a little doll. Pushin’ Mama’s buttons!