Bud's developed a new verbal style. Here are a few examples.
Example 1: My husband watches as Bud attempts to scale the back of the couch. "Careful, there, Bud," he calls out. "You'll hurt yourself doing that."
"That's what YOU think," Bud mutters in reply.
Example 2: We are browsing in a toy store deciding how to spend a gift certificate. "Look, Bud," I say, holding up a toy. "Isn't this neat?"
"Actually, mom..." he says, dismissing me. (The unspoken end to his sentence is, of course, abundantly clear: "that is so uncool.")
Example 3: We are driving home to pick up my husband before we head out for dinner.
"I want to go the restaurant," says Bud.
"We have to pick up Daddy first."
Heavy sigh. "Whatever."
This can only mean one thing: my sweet little boy has started giving me ATTITUDE. It's rude. It's annoying. It's, it's, it's...
It's so neurotypical!
It may not be my favorite milestone, but it's a milestone all the same. There's a limit to my tolerance of it, though; I'm absolutely dreading the day when he starts calling me "dude."