From the day Isaac turned three to the day he turned four, was a very long year. It's absolutely astounding how dramatic the change was on each birthday and for awhile we enjoyed a bit of a respite with Isaac.
Unfortunately, the older he is the smarter he has decided he is and now he very carefully considers our instructions, but more often than not discards them for his own choices.
The other night, I asked him to stop bouncing a ball through out the house [bad mom, I know, so cruel]. When he looked me square in the eye and continued to bounce it, I took it from him and told him it would then be thrown away.
Breaking my heart he yelled at me "I'm mad at you! I'm mad at you forever."
On the one hand, I'm relieved those are the extent of the words he used, but on the other, I understood the depth of his frustration and wonder what he would have said, if he had other hurtful words in his vocabulary.
Parenting is such a trip.