You’ve all heard of the terrible twos, the tyrannical threes and perhaps you’ve heard people coin the fours…the f*** you fours. Well now that we’re rolling deeper into the fours well yes, there might be a degree of the f*** yous going on but I like to this of it as this:
The smarty pants fours
It’s like this: The fours don’t suffer fools gladly…in fact they seem to think that everyone around them is as thick as two short planks (ok I admit, I am before my morning coffee), as they roll their eyes and sigh dramatically at your ignoramus like status like you just stumbled out of a cave.
“Not like that mummy!”
“Yes I know that!”
“I already told you”
“Oh dear silly daddy”
And basically a plethora of sayings that indicate that you in fact have a brain the size of a pea whilst theirs is the size of the entire universe delivered with a blustering attitude or irritation at your silly little mind in comparison to theirs.
For this year you can expect that they will be the winner, and you will be the loser, ad infinitum. Oh, and not forgetting that apparently you have also come down in the last rain shower and that your years worth of accumulated knowledge are actually worth zip. That’s right – diddly squat. You can’t possibly know the answer, and even if you do, it will somehow be flipped round to be theirs moments later.
So sit down and be quiet mummy because there’s a new savant in town, and it’s not you. But that’s ok….because we know who really taught them all of this in the first place don’t we?
Oops – sorry have to be off…I think my brain has just become so small it’s fallen out of my ear to be scooped up by my four year old!