kids tell it like it is.
the younger they are
the more blunt & loud they tend to be
(ex: two year olds having nuclear tantrums at the grocery or the library).
my youngest is extremely verbal.
i think the combo of his personality and having 3 older siblings
has pushed him catch on to things extra quickly.
he wanted to keep playing trains today.
he wanted no interruptions.
i told him he had to leave the toys.
but only momentarily.
he was not pleased and he opened his mouth
to tell me in no uncertain terms how he felt.
‘i. hate. …’
(and my heart braced itself, because the end of that sentence is ‘…you!’)
somehow knowing their anger will pass and with it their great dislike
of whoever took them from whatever they wanted,
doesn’t always ease the sting.
well, i’m not exactly sure what happened next.
maybe he saw the ‘don’t you dare say that’ look in my eyes
(although, usually my kids just plow right through that without hesitation).
whatever the reason, he did freeze for just a second or two
stared my straight in the face and said,
as full on angry as he could,
‘…spoons!’
perhaps because i didn’t react as he expected
(my face frozen with the effort
of trying to keep my muscles from cracking
into a grin) he said it yet again.
it was even louder the second time around.
‘i. hate. spoons!’
it took every ounce of motherly control i had
not to laugh. every last ounce.
i was so proud of him for censoring himself,
i was so proud of me for keeping a straight face,
and someday when he’s bigger, i know we will laugh uproariously
about the thursday he hated spoons.
it may even become
one of those stories that nears
legend status at family gatherings
and is passed from one cousin to another,
handed down from one generation of mothers to the next,
because all of us mothers need to see the funniness in our kids
and the comical in ourselves.
therein lies daily sanity.
way to go grandson number 2! i’m sure i would have not been able to keep from laughing.
i only barely contained myself. and i did laugh shortly afterwards. loudly. kids are a riot.
I would definitely NOT have been able to keep a straight face over that one. It would absolutely have been my chuckle for the day. Kids can sooo make your day!!
he so made my day. smile.
I’ve just finished laughing at this story! What a special boy. And a great mum! My favorite story about my youngest, the beautiful silver-haired boy, was when I in frustration after trying to reason with my three year old, told him sternly to behave. “Mummy,” he answered. ” I AM being have!” Long a in that last word. LOL At which point I realized that when I was talking about behaving himself, he had no idea what I meant. Oh well.
oh, i just kick myself when i realize that something i’ve been saying to the kids over and over again, they didn’t really understand at all. and i love that your boy made ‘have’ a noun. ha.