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Saturday, March 21, 2009
My Kid is the Most Awesomest-er

We have been stressed and distracted lately. On top of that, Hubby has been sick.

Our son has been amazingly, brilliantly good during this. Playing quietly when we need our naps. Hanging out in his bedroom when we are having conversations in the livingroom. Generally being the happy, independent boy that he usually has trouble being when we are not giving him enough attention.

Now that Hubby is feeling a bit better -- though not entirely well -- we decided to reward Mr. No for his good behavior. Wednesday night, I mentioned to him that we would have something special for him when we picked him up on Thursday, but that we hadn't decided what it would be yet. He said he wanted a fire. (Yes. He is my child. Fire is awesome, even when you can't poke it with sticks.)

Hubby had the idea to take us to a pizza place where there are games and such. The boy loves this place. (Not the dreaded one with the mouse... Always far too crowded.) Since No had asked for fire already, we agreed to present both options and let him decide.

This is the best part.

We get the boy loaded into the car, and ask him which he would rather do. I will try to reconstruct his thought process -- which he conducted entirely out loud.

"Hm... I really like fire... Fire is for special nights... We have fires on Saturday... I'm not going to Mah-Maw's on Saturday, because Papa is sick... So we can have a fire on Saturday... And I really like the pizza place... I think... Uuuummmm... Pizza place."

Hubby was kind enough to clarify one of the main points.

"We're not going to have a fire on Saturday," he said.
"Why?" comes the worried query from the boy.
"We're doing something else special on Saturday."

That was enough to satisfy him. Pizza place for sure. We're driving around the parking lot and D teases the boy by asking him again.

"Are you sure you don't want to go home?"

Again, the thought process is spoken for our benefit. (Thinking aloud. I don't know where he gets that from, either. ...Ahem.)

"Lets see... The pizza place is my favorite... I been here before and I really like it... Hm... I'm sure. We should stay here."

Honestly, the way he said it, I was waiting for the full sarcastic finale of 'Yeah, lets go home.' I'm sure that's coming not too far in the future.

(Goodness! In just short of three weeks, my baby is going to be four years old! I don't know what happened.)


Posted at 09:03 am by Anjelle

Deirdre
March 26, 2009   01:06 PM PDT
 
I read this a week ago or so and could just picture how cute listening to his dialogue would be.

They grow up so fast. Too fast.

*hugs* And happy birthday to the little ... big ... one. :)


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