Ever since Kurt turned three, he's had his moments of his terrible threes, most of the time he's generally a good boy but today seemed to be one of those days where he just wants to throw tantrums for no reason or just for the sake of annoying me.
"Come on Kurt, let's go get dressed" I call out to him.
"No" he whines.
"Come on please" I call out again.
"No, me pwayin'" he whines as he threw his head back.
"I don't care, you can play when we come back but I need to go out and get things done, I'm not leaving you here all by yourself" I tell him.
"Nooooo" he whines as he lays himself down on his back and starts to kick his feet against the floor.
"One" I decide to count as a warning.
"No" he starts to cry.
"Two"
"Ugh" he moans as he gets himself up and comes over to me.
"Thanks for listening" I tell him as I pick him up and carry him upstairs. I find him an outfit before lying him down on his changing table and changing his pull up before putting him into a pair of stretchable jeans that had stars at the knees, a red long sleeve shirt that had 'I am 3' written on it and then a pair of grey socks that had a red silly monster on it.
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