Meet W. He is child #3. He's THE most precocious 4 year old you'll ever lay eyes on.
(wearing his toddler sisters sweatsuit...
why?! ask him! i've given up asking.)
We're at the "Grandma & Grandpa place" (that's the old folks home to you & I) today with his preschool class. I had just W and another little boy in my group. W is doing his normal entertaining of others and completely not listening to me... but he is making others laugh so getting a stern talking to from mom was worth it in his eyes.
The other little kid. Cute as a button. Started complaining the minute he set foot in my car."I want my own carseat". Listen kid, your own carseat is a backless booster that is hardly fit for my cat. This here is a Britax top-of-the-line highback belt positioning booster that will keep you safe & sound if I decide to veer off the road while texting. Get in. Be quiet.
I am just teasing... I really don't text and drive and I really am one of those moms who talks all teacher like to other peoples kids. "Come on XXXX (kids name encripted for his own security & because his parents would probably be mortified if they heard how XXXX whined with me today) let's use our nice voice. We're going on a fun trip and we need to buckle up and be safe!"
Ok so I digress. We are trick or treating at the "Grandma & Grandpa place" today and whoops, little 'ol biddy ran out of candy right after W's turn. XXXX about had a complete meltdown. Come on kid, get real. I get them all to say thank you to the lady and wish her a Happy Halloween and as we're walking down the hallway to the next door I realize my 4 year old has a better handle on the situation than I ever could.
W: Here XXXX, I have lots of candy. (hands XXXX a piece of candy from his own bag)
XXXX: I wanted that spongebob one. :::whines:::
W: I'm not giving you my spongebob one. I'm giving you the one you're WHINING over. Here's another piece if you'll shut up. (actually reaches into his bag and hands over another piece of candy).
You Go W. I love you. Thank you for being my kid.
