To every thing turn, turn, turn,
there is a season turn, turn, turn…
a time to be quiet, a time to yell,
a time to be kind, a time to plant fear in the hearts of your children
Yesterday was one of those such moments. I was sitting on the couch watching the last two minutes of a show I was engrossed in, when Joshy runs up to me and yells “Mommy, put on Potter!! I want to watch Potter!”
“I’m sorry Joshy you have to wait, and you have to say please.” I said
Then it arrived – bubbling up inside of him like a aggressively shaken can of pop…….
Foot stomp, growly look and a booming exclamation of “SHUT UP MOM!!”
Need I say more? It was one of those tender moments I like to refer to as a “NIP it in the BUD experince”. Needless to say the look that I gave him shot pure terror into his little 3 year old heart because he screamed like a banshie and took off as fast as his little legs could carry him. I lept up off of the couch (preggo belly and all) and took off after him, but the little guy was just too fast for my pregnant frame. He ran faster than I’ve ever seen him move and once he was safely out of my reach he looked up the basement stairs at me, smiled his dazzling smile and said in the sweetest voice “Sorry Mommy, Sorry.”
All I can say is he’s fortunate that he’s been blessed with athletic agility, and a sweet innocent face.