I know people (lovingly?) call three year olds threenagers, but I’m still astounded that this amount of attitude can come from something so small. Something so small that loves me so much and loudly.
I mean, we’ve got it all over here. We’ve got the exaggerated sigh. We’ve got the arms crossed, squared-shoulders harrumph. We’ve got the eye roll (although they’re still perfecting that one. Sometimes they accidentally cross their eyes when trying to pull it off.)
Truly, we are a disgruntled bunch.