My four year old now is fully aware of a behavior passed down for centuries, from the older children (or parents) to the younger generation.
The art of name calling.
I admit, this is a milestone I happily would have waited a few more years for.
Currently one word exists in his repertoire – loaded and ready to shoot from his mouth during moments of frustration, when the world refuses to unfold as he wishes:
A few nights ago, as our family enjoyed a lovely (but very warm) evening park excursion, I failed to follow The Tackler’s map: I did not walk ALL the way to top of the steps with his sister as he had with CG. Instead, we only climbed halfway before turning around to follow the boys back to the bottom after they lapped us.
The Tackler was displeased.
A meltdown erupted.
CG attempted to calm him as Lil Diva and I carefully walked around the eroded stones.
Thick tears rolled down The Tackler’s red face as the tantrum continued.
Two warnings announced: if he didn’t calm down we would have to leave immediately.
CG picked up The Tackler, carrying him in the direction of the car.
“Put me down you idiot!”
CG instantly set him down, placing the Tackler in a time-out.
Lil Diva attempted to comfort him with a hug, but it only angered him more.
He ran twenty feet away, refusing to listen once again.
“Just walk,” I told CG. “He will follow.”
He did, the theatrics continuing the entire ride home.
I wait for the oh-so glorious day other words join “idiot”. The classics such as: stupid, poopyhead, and dork.
My son believes the universe revolves around him.
On the 7th day, The Tackler created the world.
The solar system according to The Tackler:
What has your child/ren done or said lately?