Sophia is three, going on 38. Which would make her older than me. Or so she thinks, anyway.
She is in this sometimes humorous, sometimes annoying, sometimes downright vexing stage of threatening me when I do something she doesn't approve of. Usually something involving not catering to her every whim. Every threat is accompanied by a protruding lower lip, angrily folded arms and a stamped foot.
Some recent gems:
Our library books were due, and since we were going to be downtown, I began gathering them all up to return. When I got to her room, she freaked out that I was "taking away" her precious frog and Cinderella and Care Bears books that she had chosen this time around.
And she threatened me with, "I goning to call Mamah and tell her to buy me my Cinderella book because YOU takeded dem away and YOU won't let me have books!"
She'd watched her movie quota for the day, and I wouldn't let her watch again. Even if it was A Charlie Brown Christmas.
And she threatened me with, "I goning to tell Daddy that you hate me!"
And then there are the general threats that I thought weren't going to appear in her vocabulary until she was at least 12 or 13.
"Don't talka me EVER again!"
"I hate you!"
And my personal favorite, "I don't like you anymore, Mommy!" When I pretended to cry that she didn't love me she said, "No! I still love you but I JEST DON'T LIKE YOU!"