Out of the mouths of babes

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My son is going through a stage… one that I’m not sure I like.  At four years old, he sometimes acts like a teenager.  One thing that he loves to do is try to play favorites.  If he doesn’t like when I tell him, “No”, he then moves on to daddy.  “Daddy, you’re my favorite.  You’re my best friend.”  The opposite occurs when my husband tells him, “No.”  This week, my son is showing his independence, and not liking the consequences.  He loves to carry around little figurines, Batman, Flash, Mr. Freeze, etc.  My husband made the comment this morning that at times it seems like he loves his figurines more than us.  Looking back at this last week, I can see why he feels that way.

On Sunday evenings, my son has swimming class.  He takes these classes at the local YMCA.  This YMCA has a nice kids’ area with a little duck slide.  After class this last Sunday, my son decided he was not ready to leave.  He wanted to play on the duck slide.  Ten minutes later, after much coaxing from me and the lifeguard, he just smiled at me as if it was a game and ran off into the pool some more.  I finally had enough and waded into the water (thankfully I was wearing shorts) and grabbed him.  Kicking and screaming I was finally able to get him out of the pool.  After getting him to the car, still in his wet swim suit, I proceeded to tell him that a toy was going away.  That made him even more upset than me dragging him out of the pool…..and that’s not all.

Recently, we got new trees planted on our street… near the street of course.  Earlier this week, he decided that he wanted to touch the tree.  Of course, I didn’t want him going near the street.  Smiling at me, he started heading for the tree.  I warned him that if he touched the tree I would take a man away.  He just continued backing up and finally made a run for the tree.  He then ran back to me shouting,”I touched the tree, Mama.”  So… I took a man away.  The entire ride to daycare, my son proceeded to scream bloody murder because I took a man away.  He only stopped when my husband gave him the man back to put in his car seat for after school…. And that’s not all.

Last night, my son wanted to play in the backyard when we got home from school.  My husband took him to the backyard for a bit, but then wanted to come in to eat.  My son wanted none of that.  He wanted to stay outside and play.  Finally, my husband picked him up and carried him in kicking and screaming.  He took him to the living room and took off his rain boots (yes, rain boots… that is what my son wanted to wear yesterday even though it wasn’t raining).  My son grabbed his boots and ran straight for the back door.  He proceeded to scream and cry that he was going to go outside by himself and we weren’t invited, while tugging his boots on.  Now, don’t get me wrong… I was so proud of him for putting his boots on by himself (and on the right feet no less), but enough was enough.  TIME OUT!!!!!  Oh that did not go over well.  He didn’t like mommy or daddy after that.  And, another toy was taken away…. you can imagine how well that went.

So, now we get to this morning.  I was busy putting our 5-month-old in her car seat, and he decided that I was the only one that could help him get his coat on.  After trying to persuade him, my husband finally gave up and… you guessed it… took a toy away for disobeying.  Well, after that my husband was, “Stupid, daddy.”  I sense a theme…. Another toy was taken away.  The entire ride this morning was all about his men.  “I want my men back”.  “Give me my men back.”  “I don’t like you.”  I wonder where my husband got the idea that our son may at times love his figurines more than us.

I also wonder how pick up from school will go today.  Wish me luck!

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