You are not my friend anymore.

One of the things my five year old has been saying when he gets upset is "You are not my friend anymore." So today, at nine in the morning, he asked for candy. I find it funny that no matter how picky a eater a child is, all that pickiness goes out the window when it comes to candy. Anyway, I told him no, it was too early for candy. He crossed his armed across his chest and of course replied "You are not my friend anymore." I look at him, with his arms across his chest and his bottom lip poked out in front of him, and I thought to myself, his is a child and soon he will understand, and then I remembered how long it took me to understand...Then I said to him, “Baby, you may not like me right now, and you may not want to be my friend, but that's okay because I'm really not your friend, I am your mother. It's my job to teach you what is right from wrong. It's my job to tell you no when you don't want to hear it, but need to hear it. I'm teaching you what is right now, so when you are older, you'll come to me about anything because you know I will give you the right answer, even if you don't want to hear it. He looked at me with big eyes,knitted his brow, and then folds his arms a little tighter around him and said. “You are not my mother anymore”. I guess it was a bit too early for that talk.