"I don't like you."
"I'm going somewhere that you'll never see me again."
"I love you [to Olga] not him [me]."
That's what I heard from my three year old daughter last night.
Yes, I have a side to the story too. But it doesn't matter. I was stubbornly trying to teach a lesson, to be consistent.
But that's not the real cause of those painful moments. The cause was my state. I was overwhelmed, frustrated and impatient before I even walked in the door.
Kids are amazing because they're so sensitive to it. They can feel the negative energy. And it makes them uncomfortable. It should.
That's not the Dad I want to be.