In the month leading to X turning 3, he was an absolute nightmare to bring out.
He would have noodles and no rice. If you served him rice, he gave hell.
He wanted things done to his pleasing immediately.
He had a particular milk bottle and declined the rest.
He was always crying about one thing or other, as well as sprawling on the floor.
He demanded the brother to follow his actions.
He refused to go toilet when he needed to and peed in his pants several times.
His behavior was particularly bad when Mr H was with us.
If Mr H was not around, X was much better behaved.
One day, I overheard Z telling X, “Daddy is not with us. Only Mummy is with us. You better not make her angry.”
When I heard that, I was pleased with Z’s teaching to his brother.
The next statement that followed was, “Mummy is very fierce one.”