No kidding, this really happened:
"I'm hungry, I want to go down stairs."
"I am feeding brother right now, can I get you a snack?"
(The Hubster hands me a bowl of plain yogurt and runs away)
"No I don't want it. I want to go downstairs."
"Well that's not happening right now."
He yells. I yell back (he had me up with him from 1-3:30 last night, I am not in the best mood.) I go to put the yogurt away and get food he likes. He cries. I come back and silently put the food down. He is crying.
"I think I need to say I'm sorry, so I took a time out. I think I wasn't nice to you. Then I thought, 'maybe she is right, maybe it's not time to go downstairs' but it made me mad when I wanted to do something and you said no."
I am thinking, Stop it, you're three, but all I can say is, "Ok. It is ok."
There's no moral here. I am too tired. Just a simple, "holy crap did that just happen?"