My Favourite Age

So Sam is at what I'm guessing is going to be one of my favourite ages. Yes, he's frustrating as all get out some -- ok, a lot -- of the time, and yes, he's getting to be fiercely independent (but only at inconvenient times), but he's finally made it to that fabled parental time: the age when reverse psychology works.

"Eat your dinner."

"I don't want to eat my dinner."

"Did you hear, mama? Sammy can't eat a super big bite of dinner. He doesn't know how."

"YES I DO!!" *chomp*

"Let's go pee."

"No, I really don't want to pee right now."

"I'm going to beat you in the race and pee first!"
"OH NO YOU'RE NOT!" *zoom*

I don't know how long it's going to last - he's clever enough that it probably won't be that long - but I'm going to enjoy every minute of it, especially seeing as it works every time. Ahhh... I can still outsmart my three-year-old. It's a good day.