Temper, temper...

Words on a computer screen cannot possibly give the same impression that is given when my mother speaks these words. Imagine them spoken in a sing-song, warning, taunting, "you're acting like a bit of an ass," tone of voice. Now, Mr. Boy is too young to possibly understand the meaning of the word temper, but nonetheless, I found myself using this phrase, with this tone, myself for the first time yesterday. It came barreling out of my childhood, and popped right out of my mouth before I even had a chance to process it. I've experienced my first temper tantrum. Mr. Boy has started to form likes and dislikes for himself and is learning ways to express himself. When he wanted to stay and play outside yesterday....well, he wanted to stay and play outside, dammit! I can see the terrible twos looming, and hope that Mr. Boy has more of Mr. Man's temperament than mine. If he's more like me, we're in trouble. If he's more like Mr. Man, who is a lover, not a fighter, than there is hope that I will not pull out all of my hair. Here's hoping I'm not going to have to start researching wigs online!