Local parenting blogger Melanie is dealing with a 5-year-old who is hitting his teenage rebellion about eight years too early.
In real time, he’s still 5. But some of the things coming out of his mouth suggest the edgy cocktail of scorn and self-consciousness more common to a 15-year-old.
“I can’t wear that shirt. It doesn’t look good. No one will know who I am.”
“I hate this haircut, Mom. It makes me look like a little kid.”
So I asked myself the classic parental-existential question, equivalent to Hamlet’s little “to be or not to be” thing.
Where is he getting this from?