There is a little kid I like very much. I think he is quite handsome and charming. He can also be quite rakish and sly. I like that he is a third born (like me), that he has big brown eyes, that his skin darkens rather than burns, and that he can be so random in his creativity. There are plenty of other things that i like and don't like, but I don't want to mention those negative things, except: once I made him a really yummy sandwich and tried to make it just how he would like, I didn't skimp on stuff like mustard (which I hate) and mayonnaise (which I barely apply normally) and I even went through the extra effort of finding a tomato and slicing it up for him (which I usually do without), and what do you think he did? He threw the biggest tantrum and refused to eat the sandwich because i sliced the cheese with (now get this) a KNIFE rather than with the slicer side of a cheese grater. Oooooh, he made me so mad. He cried and stomped and yelled and threw things and kicked the door. I could not believe how upset he got and it made me very unsympathetic. (Unfortunately I must admit his tantrum worked, not the night in question because he was sent to his room, but when it comes to making him a sandwich these days either I slice his cheese with the grater or I tell him to slice his own cheese, it just depends on how cute he being at the time I am helping him build his sandwich.)
So, two things happened tonight that help me to think he is worth keeping around especially for a good laugh.
1. His mom and him were walking home from a friends house a little after dusk. She decided to take the little lovely wooded path (one of maybe two in the whole of Logan) rather than the ugly plain old road. I guess the beauty and serenity of the path was lost on this little boy. He grabbed her hand (he is still young enough and willing to hold hands) and whispered that he was scared. His mom lovingly and patiently asked him why he was scared. I am sure his lower lip was sticking out as he frowned and his eyes were widened in fright. His response was just great. He said he was afraid of the PRAIRIE DOGS! Hahahahahaha. It still makes me laugh. Poor little tyke, the fears he has swirling in his head, who would have guessed.
2. He was eating a good night snack while pretty much his whole family was laughing at his fear of prairie dogs as his mom recounted the evening walk, when suddenly he started crying. No, it wasn't because we were laughing at him, which wasn't nice of us to be doing, but when we turned to look at him to find out the reason for his sadness we just couldn't help but laugh at him some more. The poor creature was on his back on the floor at the base of the chair with milk all over him and all over the floor around him. Apparently, as his dad said, he didn't know how to ride a chair. I have no clue how he ended up like that, but it was so great to see. Needless to say he had to take a shower. And hopefully he is in bed right now getting some much needed sleep. And part of me hopes that the prairie dogs visit him in his dreams tonight. Grrrrr-ruff.
4 comments:
Oh, that cheese thing endears me to him. That's my kind of tantrum!
OH I forgot that little boy that is close to the same age as my third born...I won't go into the negative but she can really push my buttons too... she flooded the bathroom and kitchen tonight by stopping up the drain with a wash rag while taking a shower!
If only a prarie dog had been there to tell her to not do that!
Are you maybe leaving out a part of the story where a sneaky aunt happens to mention to said cute little boy that cute little boys who throw temper tantrums about cheese have a tendency to get chased by prairie dogs? Because I can imagine that as a integral part to this story.
What a monster! I can't tell which one in the picture you are talking about.
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