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Little House of Horror

We live in a little house. A tiny house in fact. We share it with a complete horror. A massive horror actually.  The last few weeks his behaviour has become somewhat.... "challenging". I'm being very sweet and trying not to refer to him as a tiny arsehole but he has actually been a giant pain in the ass.

This last week his behaviour has ramped up and we started to receive reports of him being rude at nursery and disruptive. Well he IS 3, is to be expected really! But no it's not acceptable.  As soon as we got home on Friday we made a sticker chart for rewards. We agreed he wouldn't get the batteries he need for his remote control car until the first row was complete on his chart.

Tonight he got his batteries. He lost and gained stickers like a binge eater at fat club over the last two days but he got there.  He's had some super cute moments too but the horror moments are proving hard to take.

I'm currently debating what his next "reward" should be, or whether in fact after tonight's escapade should result in the loss of his batteries.  He snuck downstairs for his step and then stole chocolate while I was drying my hair and he was supposed to be in bed. While cross with him I can't help but be a bit proud at how much he used his initiative and problem solved all by himself.

This is currently him refusing to go to sleep...

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