Oh, how many varied ways there are to disappoint a four-year-old. Or maybe it’s just my four-year-old. Time to pull out a parenting book and see just how much I suck as a mom and how much things are going to developmental stage plan.
Here are a few of the gems I heard today between the hours of 3:30 and 5:30, requests that, for various reasons, I was unable to accommodate.
“I want to go play with (neighbor boy).”
“I wanted to watch it all again.”
“I wanted to watch Caillou.”
“I wanted to go to Frying Pan Farm Park today.”
“I want a gluten-free bun, too. A bun is different than toast!”
“I want pellets (homeopathy), not drops (flower essences).”
“I want to make homemade sushi.”
“I want the cupcake I didn’t finish at (friend’s) birthday party.” (10 days ago)
“I want to go to the library right now! I want to go today!”
“You said we’d go to the park to fly my new kite! I want to go right now!”
The little cherub had told me when we got home from school, “I don’t want to go outside today,” which seemed fair since it was so windy and I knew he’d been out plenty at school. Thus we missed my opportunity to hit the park when I 1) had the energy and 2) wasn’t cooking dinner. But after that window had closed, the desire came on the boy something fierce. Fortunately his dad returned a pathetic message I left and told me (chopped up on speaker phone because both the boy and I were in tears) that he would be coming home early, so they are at the park right now. But the big guy did not arrive before I heard this next keeper at 5:30, earlier than he hardly ever gets home:
“You said he’d be home early but it’s so late!”
Combine all of the above with a whining voice or precede them by an “Aw, Man!” then add a good dose of crying from a 4-year-old and a 37-year-old, and you have the soundtrack of my afternoon.