Suffering Sixes (#175/365)
Posted by: Devyl GyrlMy nephew, Lil C, is six. He is cute as a damn button, has huge blue eyes and a winsome smile. He’s energetic and bouncy and has an imagination that runs wild and free. You cannot help but love him.
Even when something like yesterday’s mishap happened.
I was with BFF, hanging out, helping with the kids, snuggling with Baby S. At lunchtime, Lil C walked to the table with his stuffed dog in hs hands. “Lil C, no toys at the table,” I say.
“Why not?” he questions.
Seriously, doesn’t this kid know me by now? LOL “Because I know that your mom and dad have told you that A LOT of times before.” I am willing him not to argue. PLEASE my mind is screaming. PLEASE don’t argue!
“But, Aunt Angel! That is for electric toys! Like the DS or something that can get broken.”
“No, it is for ALL toys,” his mom and I say in unison.
“But,” he manages to say before I snap his name.
“BUT AUNT ANGEL THIS IS NOT A TOY!”
“What? Are you insane? It is TOO a toy. Go put it away.”
“But…” he says again, and so I take the dog out of his hands.
“Ok, I get to keep this now, thanks!! I’ve been wanting a new stuffed dog.”
He stomps, screams, growls at me and then hollers, “I was ONLY gonna say that it is a STUFFED ANIMAL, not a TOY!”
I laughed at him, because he was so earnest, but held my ground. “It is STILL a toy. And I will keep him if you don’t stop.”
Poor kid. He DOES NOT EVER know when to stop. He always pushes and keeps on and on … he must have been distracted by the food, though, because yesterday he actually sat down. I took the dog to Lil C’s bed, then came back out and told him where I’d put it. I told him next time, I was taking it home.
Yeah, I’m the mean Aunt. And Lil C and I butt heads all the time, because when I ask him to do something, I just want it done … I do NOT want a ten-minute explanation why he doesn’t usually do it that way. Sometimes, I just listen and send him to do it anyway. Other times, he argues when I am dealing with something else, so I cut him off. The whole time he’s walking away, he continues to scream about how it is unfair and how I am wrong and why. Once I get past being irritated at him, I *always* laugh. He really just does not know when to quit.
He and I have a date next week. We’re going out for Mexican, then he’s coming to spend the night with Lil Lady and I. He has been asking for weeks. I can’t wait! He’s calmer when he’s not around all the other kids, so we actually talk more. If I am really lucky, he’ll tell me a few stories that he makes up on the spot. I *love* his imagination!
xoxo
June 24th, 2009 at 3:50 pm
Hope you have a good day with him next week