Where to start, where to start…the kid was tired. If the following doesn’t prove it to you…well I don’t know what will.
For dinner he had a peanut butter sandwich, which was the end of the world, even though he’d asked for it. He also had grape juice in his ‘Cars’ cup, also the end of the world, asked for that one too. He also had half a grapefruit, mercifully that one continued the world for him. It really would have been a shame for his world to end at such a young age, at three he’s still got so much life to live!
Unfortunately for all involved that grapefruit that had so recently continued the world was also the carrier of juice that when combined with a boo boo…well still managed to end the world. Though tonite the world really didn’t have a chance.
Please read the following in High Pitched Wail.
Grant: AAAAAAHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
Me: What’s wrong Grant?
Grant: BOO BOO! BOO BOO! KISS IT! KISS IT!
Me: Where’s the boo boo huney?
Grant: RIGHT THERE! OOOOOHHHHH! AAAAAAHHHHH!
Me: Come here, you probably got juice in it. Let’s run it under some water and see if that makes it feel better.
Grant: *the shrieks step up a notch* NOOOOO! NOT WATER! NO WATER! NO WATER! AAAAAHHHHHHHH! NOT FEELING IT BETTER!! WATER NOT FEELING IT BETTER! KISS IT!
Me: *kisses the boo boo*
Grant: OH NO! OH NO! AAAAAAHHHHH! KISSES NOT FEELING IT BETTER EDER!
Me: let’s try to put some cream on it. *puts some Neosporin on it*
When that does not work the kid goes into full meltdown mode.
He’s standing in the middle of the kitchen with his boo boo hand in the air, tears streaming down his face, screaming that ‘nothing is feeling it better.’
So we let Jena finish her dinner, whisked Grant off to get his PJ’s on, and when Neil said it’s time to go to bed, I heard him say, ‘ok’ and ‘come on mommy let’s go’ and ‘it’s bedtime’ in an almost hopeful voice…and I began to wonder who’s child I picked up. By 7 o’clock all three kids were not only in their beds, but they were already SLEEPING.