My two-year-old thinks he is an adult. It seems, in fact, that he’s one of those adults who doesn’t like children. You know the type. This is evidenced by the fact that each time we’re out in public and he sees a child, he says in his most crazy toddler voice, “I don’t want that kid/those kids to be here!”
I don’t think I need to tell you this is embarrassing. Really embarrassing.
But I remind him, “You know, BG, you’re a kid too! Those kids are kids just like you.”
Then he screams.
We are in the midst of an anti-social phase, and while I know we haven’t helped with this with our inability to get him around other children more than once or twice a week, there’s something else at work here. He’s entered early curmudgeon-hood.
Pretty soon, he’s going to be yelling at the kids outside to get off his lawn. A mini John McCain–that’s what our boy has become.