Random free run of thoughts on being a parent to a 3 year old boy whose already showing signs of teenagerdom.
Legos: He’s going to buy Legos tonight (don’t worry he’s not driving, wife is). Good sign because it’ll make him use his wits to put things together. Bad sign because it’s more painful items for me to step on with my bare feet.
Max & Ruby: Will he ever outgrow this show? Will he be 16 and still a fan of watching this brother and sister bunny rabbit tandem? Don’t get me wrong it teaches kids some good things but man sometimes watching Max & Ruby is like watching a total stranger in the dentist office getting his teeth cleaned.
Yelling at mommy: It’s strange that nowadays when he doesn’t get what he wants he turns into some sort of Marine drill sergeant (I covered those guys in Parris Island, South Carolina so I know). There’s yelling, screaming, occasionally cursing (I wonder where he got that?).
True story, once last year when my mother-in-law went to pick him up at pre-school she got called in for a sit-down with the pre-school principal. The topic: My son’s potty mouth!
Of course he’s asked where he heard some of these “bad words,” and the only word that comes out of his mouth is “dada!”
I never thought being a parent would be quiet this funny. I thought it would be “serious” all the time. Sometimes it seems like the more humor we have the stronger we are as a family.
Now on to teaching my son how to say “fiddlesticks!”
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