I asked Conor to pick up his cup.
Conor “No mama! DON’T. say that to me.”
Me “That’s not a nice way to talk. Please pick up the cup now.”
Conor “STOP. TALKING TO ME”
I walk away and ignore, thinking I’ll deal with it when he’s not irrationally annoyed with my simple requests. I realize I may be waiting a long time.
Conor “Don’t say that to me mama.”
Silence from me, still ignoring from the kitchen.
Conor “Stop talking to me…..Stop it…..No you CAN’T say that to me.”
Conor “Mama? … Mama? ….. Mama??? … MAMA!!?? ARE YOU THERE MAMA?”
Me “Yes Conor?”
Conor “STOP talking to ME!”