Before leaving for work this morning, my husband spoke sternly to both boys while I was upstairs getting dressed. They were both a little grumpy this morning for unknown (even to them, I think) reasons and I believe husband was trying to insure that they wouldn't make life too hard for me today. It's wednesday and since there's no school in France on wednesdays, he was imagining a morning full of whining and bickering.
It went fine with Boy1. Boy2, on the otherhand, is 2.
"Boy2, I want you to be really well-behaved this morning."
"I want you to cooperate with Mama if she asks you to do something."
"I don't like to cooperate with Mama."
"Because I said I don't like to cooperate with Mama." This was said, of course, with hands on hips.
Ah, a morning full of promise.