Friday I was driving CJ home from preschool when we had this little exchange.
CJ: I want to go to McDonald’s!
Me: No, CJ, we’re not going there. Sorry.
CJ: YES!!!!!!
Me: No, not today.
CJ: I WANT TO GO TO MCDONALD’S. RIGHT. NOW!
Me: CJ, yelling is not going to change my mind.
CJ: HMMMPH. WELL, I WANT A DIFFERENT MOM!
Me: That’s too bad.
CJ: I don’t want YOU to be my mom ANY MORE!
Me: Who do you want to be your mom?
CJ: I DON’T EVEN WANT A MOM!
Me: Oh!
CJ: I will LIVE ALONE. (pauses) And I will DRIVE THE CAR MYSELF!
Me: Okaaaaay…
It’s quiet for a few moments.
Me: CJ, I was thinking we could stop at the library and you could pick out a movie.
CJ: Mommy, when you say that, it makes me want you to be my mom. (He gives me a big, beatific smile)
And I’ve got nothing.
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January 14, 2008 at 10:22 am
I can’t tell you how many times I have had almost the same conversation in with my three year old.. and end result is always the big ol’ smile that gets me everytime!! :)
January 14, 2008 at 10:54 am
Gah, kids! They can be so sweet sometimes.
January 14, 2008 at 12:45 pm
Been there, done that–with toddlers, middle schoolers, and teenagers. My daughter tells me her 4-year-old pulls the same stunts. But on their refrigerator is a drawing of the sun, and M’s words written by the preschool teacher: “My mama is the sun.”
January 14, 2008 at 1:08 pm
reminds me of that dane cook sketch…
dane cook: i hear the nothing fight in the next isle. i hear mumbles and grumbles.
man: mhmm mhmm mhm sjsadm mmhmm
woman: zzzzz care zzzzzzzzzz care. … care.
dane cook: so i go watch the nothing fight in the next aisle
man: I ASKED YOU, DO WE, OR DO WE NOT HAVE JELLY IN THE HOUSE?
woman: i dont even know jelly. i even get hives when i look at jelly, i dont even know what jelly is, what is jelly? i dont even care.
not sure why…and it was way funnier in my head…:)
January 14, 2008 at 1:31 pm
I love how you didn’t freak out and take it too seriously! I tend to have issues with taking thinkgs kids say to heart and frogetting that they are KIDS!
January 14, 2008 at 1:41 pm
Fickle little beasts aren’t they?
January 14, 2008 at 3:40 pm
Oh the drama!
My six year old fired me a few weeks ago!
January 14, 2008 at 8:13 pm
All these kids–same arguement. We have since moved on to, “I don’t love you. I just love Dad, and (siblings).” To which my totally adult response is, “Whatever! You so love me!” He hasn’t figured out how to respond to that yet.