Yesterday Michael started his first day at camp. Which will morph into school. I'm not sure he gets that yet, but for now, he knows he is going to camp.
When we pulled into the parking lot he was all upset because the new school didn't have a playground. They do, but it is around the backside of the building, and no matter how many times I told him, he didn't believe me. So, even though it was raining when I dropped him off, I took him to see the playground.
"Hmph" was the response I got.
When I picked him up he was all smiles about his new school/camp. He asked if he could go tomorrow and "every day." I of course said yes. "But they didn't let me go outside Mommy."
"Michael, it is because it was raining."
"Will they let me go outside tomorrow?"
"Maybe, it depends on the weather."
"I bet the never let me go outside again."
I ignored that one and took him straight to an event for my work which involved a pirate magician for the children. Michael thought that was the coolest thing ever. Except the pirate magician promised "toys and candy" and what he gave out was a "magic wishing ring" and some gold coins. And lollipops.
"Mommy the pirate promised toys. Where are the toys?"
"Michael those are toys."
"No they aren't."
"Yes they are."
"I don't even have any toys."
"Michael you have millions of toys."
"I wish for candy all the time," he said, holding his ring. "See this ring doesn't even work. The pirate lied."
"Michael, the pirate promised you toys and candy and you got toys and candy. I have no idea why you are so upset."
"This happens all the time."
"When exactly was the last time a pirate broke a promise to you?"
Which was met by the loudest sigh you have ever heard in your life.
May I remind you this child is four. And he is already a better litigator than I am.
I sense I am in trouble.
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On the bright side, at least he’s not billing you for his time in six minute increments….yet.
Thanks. I needed to choke on my soda tonight.
“This happens all the time.” THAT cracks me up!
Sunday night, as Z was taking his shower-before-the-last-day-of-school, he said, “Mom, in the summer, do we not have to take showers any more?” I replied that we do still take showers in the summer, because it is not healthy to get that dirty. He replied, “But that’s what is natural. Dirt is part of nature, so it is natural for humans to be dirty.” I sense labor negotiator on my hands.