We went to a sprinkler park yesterday and had a good deal of fun with some very good friends.
We had to leave because I saw the makings of two huge melt-downs coming and I wanted to beat the wave.
I barely made it.
In the van, J-man started whining. "When am I going to get to go on a sleep over with Grammas?"
"Haven't you had one?" I couldn't remember. Mom occasionally takes the kids for a sleep over. Usually taking one kid at a time. She took all three of the older kids the last time J-man got to go and he whined, "Not by myself."
of course, I can adequately describe the length of these words in type as they were spoken in whine. Too many letters....
I told him that I didn't know. It was up to Grammas but I would call her and ask.
He got quiet for a minute and then asked, "Can I watch Poke-a-mon* while I'm there?"
"No," says I a bit distracted by traffic and the fact that he would even ask that. "I don't like that show."
"I'll be the only one there. Please can I watch it? It's just like Sonic."
So I quickly and concisely pointed out that the shows were completely different and that I was the guardian of his eye/ear gates and I didn't want him watching that show. I didn't care who was there.
... ( you know something's coming. I knew something was coming. )
"can I watch the news? while I'm there?"
"Why in the world would you want to watch the news? I guess you can watch the news. I don't think you'll like it"
He assured me, "I like the news. I've gotten used to boring stuff."
I laughed and laughed....and am still laughing.
So sorry that he's gotten used to "boring stuff" -- we don't watch the news around here because I yell back at the TV because I get tired of being lied to. So - I'm not sure where he got that one...
it's still good stuff.
even if it's boring.
* I spelled it wrong on purpose.