Jake

Jake
Jake Jake Jake.
So sensitive. So feisty. Such a temper. Sucha crybaby.
One might say he takes after his mom.
Or one might say he takes after his dad.
I say the latter.
All you do is tell him something so small and he freaks. He cries and screams and rubs away. He says "you're hurting my heart mom!" with such a sad pathetic face full of tears.
Then after I try to explain to him that he needs to be a big boy and stop overreacting, he screams at me "IT'S MY TURN TO TALK!!"
So I say ok go ahead Jake. And he says, "I'm not talking!" as he crosses his arms shrugs his shoulders and bows his head for a classic "Jake-style- giving you a cold shoulder grudge holding ignoring silent treatment"
Ok.
Breathe.
And God Bless his future teacher.