I forgot to tell this story weeks ago, but I think you’ll enjoy it.
Right before we left for vacation, Ryan was having a rough day. Fresh mouth. Attitude. Not listening. He had the equivalent of two strikes against him when I gave him a choice for dinner:
“Hey Ry – would you like ravioli or a hot dog?”
He was listening to his iPod and either didn’t hear me or chose not to.
“RYAN. Ravioli or hot dog? I will not repeat myself again.”
“I don’t care what you say!”
I almost lunged at my not-quite-four-year-old.
“EXCUSE ME? Go to time out IMMEDIATELY!”
He had the gall to look shocked as he put down the iPod and headed towards his time out chair. I was so pissed off that I forgot to do the time out correctly and tell him why he was sitting there before I walked away.
During the 3.5 minutes he sat there rocking and humming, I wondered where he picked up such a phrase. School? A movie? Why did he think he had the right to address me like that?
After he did his time, I slowly walked over and calmly asked him why he was in time out. He said because he didn’t answer me when I asked what he wanted for dinner. I reminded him that no, it was because he said “I don’t care what you say” and that it was disrespectful and rude and he should not talk to me like that.
“But Mom – I wasn’t being rude. I was singing my song and you made me go to time out!”
And what the hell is that supposed to mean?
I walked over to his iPod. Leona Lewis’ Bleeding Love was on repeat….
But I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth…