Tell me I will survive. Please.
Today everything that was happening was exactly what he didn't want. I would give him choices and he would create his own choice that was not a choice. Every. Single. Time.
When we drive anywhere, he thinks he gets to decide which direction we go and he always wants to go the wrong way. It's pretty much awful.
So, when I want to plug my ears and tell him to quit, I have to remember why I love him. Like how he flaps his ears and tells me he's a butterfly. That is awesome. Every. Single. Time.