Some phases are more irritating than others
When my daughter was around two, she started calling her dad "father." It was just about the cutest thing ever, of course. It all started when she asked me a question and I responded, "Go ask your father." For nearly a year after that, it was "Father, can I have a fruit snack?" and "Wait until I show this to Father!" Eventually, the phase ended. There have been other phases: the orange juice phase, the Dora phase, the "I'm a kitty" phase, and so forth. The newest phase is by far the most trying: the "my mom is a dumb ass" phase. Lately it seems like my adorable little cherub is hell-bent on proving me wrong about, well, everything. Or at least catching me in a mistake. "Mom, you forgot to get me something to drink." (Through lightly clenched teeth) "I didn't forget, I just didn't DO IT YET." The examples are plentiful. "Mom, this isn't the way home from the Y." "Y