This is in reference to my youngest lad, Oliver.
Delightful little chap, he is.
Funny, polite and quite imaginative, despite not being three years old yet.
Out of the blue (and yes, totally unprompted) he cuddled me and told me: “You’re the best, dad.” (Not “you’re the best dad”, but more “Dad – you’re the best”.
And this was a lovely thing to hear from your child. Made me feel really appreciated, wanted, loved and blah blah blah.
Except, LITERALLY two minutes later, he wanted to get something that he knew he wasn’t allowed and when I said he couldn’t have it, he ripped me. Broke me in two, with the following:
“You’re not the best anymore”.
He gives. And then he snatches it all back again.
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