We went for a walk yesterday and Caderyn thought it would be funny to run as fast as he could to the end of the sidewalk and then stop right at the edge of the curb.
I about had 125 heart attacks and I'm pretty sure he scared the bejeesus out of some drivers.
So there I was giving him the 1-2 on why he couldn't do that. I was using my best stern Mom voice and making sure he was looking directly into my eyes.
Me: Caderyn do you understand how dangerous that is? You scared Mommy and you probably scared some drivers.
Caderyn: I don't like you talking to me like that it makes me sad.
Me: It makes me sad too, but you really scared Mommy and it's important for you to understand you can't do that anymore. Big three year olds listen to their Mommys.
Caderyn: Well, I'm not three. I'm twenty-three.
Caderyn: Yes. I'm twenty-three, I don't have to listen. Three years olds listen, twenty-three years olds don't have to listen to their Mommys.
Me: Really? What else do twenty three year olds get to do?
Caderyn: They get to crash cars.