My Terrible 2

Oh, my terrible 2. No, I didn’t mean the terrible two-year-old, I meant my terrible 2 little rascals.

Last night, Alex was jumping in the bed. I asked him to return to his spot to watch some TV. Here was what happened.

Me: Alex, don’t jump. Go to your spot and watch some TV.
* Alex still jumping in the bed *
Ashlyn: Alex don’t jump. Go to your spot and watch some TV.
* Alex still jumping in the bed *
* Ashlyn repeated the exact sentence a few times *
Me: Ashlyn, don’t repeat what I said.
Ashlyn: Ashlyn, don’t repeat what I said.
Me: * speechless *

By this time, Alex stopped jumping, but they continued to imitate what I said, my tone of voice, and gestures. I tried to look angry, but at the end, I burst into laughter with them.

*sigh*

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