This morning Muffin was decidedly not absolutely delightful.
Every step of our morning was a battle. I was already feeling weary by 8:30am, when we got in the car to go to baseball camp, where I was absolutely delighted to unload him.
Things were better after I turned on the car radio to drown out his whining. He starts bopping and singing and I start smiling, giving myself kudos on how I brilliantly redirected his annoying behavior. Then it happens.
Out of nowhere, my cute little cherub bleats out “DAMN”! Then before I can get my wits about me, he does it again! “DAMN!”
Really? Did he just say that? Twice!
“Where did you hear that word?”, I asked. “I don’t know. Damn!”, my 4 year old songbird bleated again.
At this point I explained to him that “Damn” isn’t a nice word for a 4 year old to be saying and that he should say darn instead.
“But that’s not what the song says, Mommy. La la la, DAMN!”, he sings happily.
“No, way Mister. This song certainly does not use that word.”, I state (with conviction).
“La La La, DAMN!”
Stop doing that!”, I growl.
The song ends and he switches from profanity back to whining, continuing the theme of the morning. As I drop him off at camp, I give him a lecture on turning his attitude around, which I am sure is falling on deaf ears.
As I’m leaving camp, the same song comes on the radio. Sure enough there are several “damns” in the damn song.
Oops.
When I come back to pick him up I see that he’s delightful with his coaches and fellow campers. Oh good! His mood must be better now, I think.
Really, Rookie?!
Really?
Have you learned nothing in 4 years?
As soon as I get him away from the field he’s once again reverted to whiney (I think it’s reserved for mommy – I feel special). As I’m trying to get Muffin and his little sister into the car, he’s being extremely uncooperative. “Please get into the car.”, “No, don’t climb through your sister’s side.”, “Please sit in your car seat.”, “No, don’t reach into the middle console – there is no candy.”, “No, you may not have candy.”, “Please get in your car seat, NOW.”, “Get in your car seat!”, “IN YOUR CAR SEAT! NOW!”
So then he replies, “I’m too busy!”
What?!?!
“No, Mommy. I’m too BUSY turning my attitude around.”
Evidently.
