The other morning my five year old was difficult the entire fifteen minute walk to school. She was filled vitriol as her two younger brothers rode in a stroller. Lots of “I hate you”s and insults non stop.
When I picked her up at school I commented on how she was in a better mood. “Doesn’t it feel better to be happier.”
She replies. “Yes. But I still hate you.”
A moment later she tells me she’s joking.