“Mama, can you come outside? I want to talk to you alone.”
“We are alone, honey.”
“No, look around, there’s some many things listening to us here-- the TV, the couch, the computers, the phone. Come outside, where there’s just the umbrella and the table to hear us.”
Today my 7yo was enraged that I asked him to put a shirt on (house rule, everyone has to wear a shirt inside, no more lounging in your skivvies). I was heading out the door for work and asked for a hug and kiss on his way upstairs to put on a shirt, and he glared at me as he walked toward me. I opened my arms for a hug, he nonchalantly dodged the hug and kept walking past me staring straight ahead with his death glare eyes, and didn’t even look back for the reaction. I was equal parts amused and hurt.
He’s allowed to decline, we respect each other’s space and decisions on being touched. It wasn’t about feeling uncomfortable saying no, it was about punishing me. He’s getting quite good at that lol.
My son doesn’t always let his annoyance dictate his behavior. He will often want a hug and kiss goodbye at school when he’s upset with me. So no, it wasn’t a given.
Kids are great. Although when you wake up on Friday to discovering your near-7 year old clogged the toilet with toilet paper because “she didn’t want to see her poo” and proceeded to overflow the toilet and mop up dirty water with lots of towels, they’re less fun. Alas, toilet to be fixed…
Every year, we pick out our tree from a local nursery, and then everyone picks out an ornament. It’s a nice tradition.
This year, my son picked out a giant foam/rubber baguette, full size, no idea why it was even for sale. It’s not even an ornament, but he could not be persuaded otherwise.
He named it “Mr. Baguette” and apparently the thing is definitely male because my son is a boy (there’s logic in there, apparently).
He was raving about it on the way home, he is very excited because it has a tattoo (presumably one that says “made in China” or something similar?). I don’t know with that kid sometimes.
Oh he’s in tune with something, I’m just not sure what yet.
Seriously, though, one of the best parts about having kids is stuff like this. I couldn’t make up the things they come up with, it’s completely delightful.
My wife brought my kid to church last sunday, and she declared that she wanted to be a christian. She also talks to Mary before going to sleep. She considered Mary the queen of the angels, and that an angel is probably a kind of fairy.
My wife has also given my kid a ‘spell book’ and a little pentagram necklace. I think my wife just wants to indulge her imagination?
Anyway, for pretend, I asked my kid to make up a new religion for our new country. She said it was a religion of money. And then she printed and handed out golden pennygram necklaces to people, which were enchanted pennies that would make people rich.
That is, unless you were bad or selfish, in which case you received a stealogram (which were similar but with a picture of a thief sneaking away with a bag of money) and were promptly exiled, and all your slaves freed.