Yesterday Griffin got into a fight with me because he wanted a movie. He said I said he could watch a movie and I did. But when the time came he saw a cartoon he wanted to watch. Okay, fine. But when that cartoon was over he wanted to watch another cartoon too. AND THAT'S WHEN I TOLD HIM TO DECIDE: MOVE OR CARTOONS. He choose cartoons. And he ended up watching cartoons for two hours.
And then he wanted a movie too.
Um, no. No movie. You chose cartoons.
He tried fighting with me, but I didn't relent. So then he got out his art supplies.
"Mom. I'm very upset with you. See this? Read it."
"Um.... so bad mom? Movie time?"
"No, sound it out."
"No. The two o's together make the oo sound. Like smooth."
"No, sound it out."
"I'm sounding it out, Griffin"
"Stooooooo B D"
"Stooooooo B D."
"Well, that is what it says, Mom."
"I'm a stupid mom for not letting you have movie time?"
Alrighty, then. I sent him to his room. In our home, "stupid" is a bad word. As is dumb.
Now, I wasn't mad -- this is what kids do. I vividly remember being eight and writing on my bulletin board that my "mom" was a bitch and in my defense my stepmonster was a total bitch. I just didn't realize this would start so early. I mean, he's told me he doesn't like me and I've always handled that well ("You don't have to like me, that's the charming part of this relationship, Griffin!"), but the writing nasty things about me, ouch. And I most certainly didn't expect it to start before he even knew how to write it properly.
But, I was more proud of him for sitting down and writing out his feelings. That's good. Even if he has nasty things to say, at least he's sorting them out.
Once he realized that he called me stupid and I was going to show it to Daddy he became very upset and wanted the note back. Because he wanted to make it prettier. Great. Every mommy wants her name with stupid next to it with starts and hearts in glitter. That sounds fabulous.
I gave him another piece of paper and here's what he did with it.
Now, I'm not sure he wrote that more because I am good or because he was trying to prevent Aaron from threatening to spank his butt but he figured out to make me an apology all on his own.
Somehow we've gone from a nursing baby to a child writing me notes. Next up: teen years and how Laura goes bald prematurely.