My boy is 4. After terrible twos and difficult threes, it’s time for the Oh,4s.
It’s the age where your child’s sole purpose in life is to embarrass the life out of you. So everywhere you go, that exclamative phonetic delight, Oh!, is your best friend. Oh! Sorry about that. Oh! Please excuse him. Oh! I wish God would strike me dead. The key to surviving this time is mastering the tone of the Oh!. What follows then is the meek acceptance that the brat you’ve unleashed on the world is indeed yours. And empathy from some victims.
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