Wow! My three-year old has attitude and thinks she knows it all.

Here are two stories for you.
1. Kylie and I were doing something in her bedroom--I don't remember what. But I remember that she got upset and lashed out at me. She struck me with her hand on my arm. "Kylie!" I exclaimed. "No hitting! We don't hit in our family."
Kiddo arched her eyebrows, looked me square in the face and with the attitude of a tween said, "Seriously?"
You could have knocked me over with a feather. I was stunned with the word and the attitude.
2. This afternoon, I told Kylie we were going to the dry cleaner. I gave her plenty of warning (10 minutes, 5 minutes, 2 minutes and so forth). When I told her it was time to put on her shoes, she exclaimed, "I'm going to pick out a movie and watch it" and marched to the DVD cabinet and picked out a movie.
Me: Not now Kylie. It's time to go to the dry cleaner.
Kylie: You'll do what I tell you to. (I PROMISE I don't use this phrase with her.)
Me: Kylie. Shoes on. Now.
Kylie: I'm not going! And she throws the movie at me.
Me: We aren't going to the dry cleaner yet. You are going to have a time-out.
Yeesh! Three year olds think they know it all and think they can get away with it all. This new, sassy attitude has taken me a bit aback. But I'm finding my stride with it.
My new mantra is "I'm the adult; never bicker on her level. Don't fight and don't give in".
But some days it is hard not to feel resentful for all the push-back I get from Kylie. There are some days when Karen gets home from work, she takes one look at me, engulfs me in her hug and reminds me that it's going to be all right. Today was one of those days. And I'm so grateful to my sweet wife.
And grateful that, with a camera, I can let go of the difficulty that happened an hour ago (Kylie certainly has gotten over it) and have some fun with the kiddo.