April 9, 2008
entitlement is SUCH a DRAG
Charlie is feeling substantially better today, which is both a blessing and a curse. He’s in a lot less pain, and there are no signs that a raging infection is eating away at his bones (you’re welcome!). But he’s also feeling very entitled, which I blame on his father, who apparently told him that he could have WHATEVER HE WANTED because he broke his arm. For example:
Henry: Can we watch Batman?
Charlie: I don’t want to watch Batman.
Henry: But I do!
Charlie (disdainfully): The person with the broken arm gets to choose what we watch. Daddy said so.
Good god.
Yesterday Charlie scolded me for pulling his pants up too much after he went potty; today he announced, “I would like you to go downstairs and get me something to eat. A Pop Tart, if you please.”
Last night he decided that he wanted to sort and arrange all the Playmobil. I’m all about the sorting, so I happily agreed. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize that this would mean spreading every single teeny tiny pirate and knight and gladiator out on the floor, taking ALL their armor off, and piling things into groups that only Charlie understands.
And in the middle of the mess, the Little Prince is kicked back, eating a Pop Tart and repeatedly asking, “Can we see what ELSE is on TV? Because this is boring.”
You said it, son.
Posted by Susan @ 10:47 am • just happy to be here, those damn kids
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April 9th, 2008 at 10:58 am, heels Says:
I laugh now, but only because I can see the day when this will be MY son.
April 9th, 2008 at 11:06 am, Headless Mom Says:
Uh oh-there seems to be a problem… Mine act this way without the broken arm.
April 9th, 2008 at 11:50 am, Jenn @ Juggling Life Says:
Perhaps it’s time for a wee reality check?
April 9th, 2008 at 11:52 am, Annika Says:
Hey, we have that castle! It’s Sam’s favorite. He can’t get it out of the toy bin, but he tries every day and shrieks until I come help him. I should just move the toy bin so he can get it, but it amuses me so.
April 9th, 2008 at 12:32 pm, regan Says:
I kinda want a broken arm so people will wait on me. I wonder if I bandage my left arm up and whine some, if that would be enough to convince jparks to bring me my coffee in bed.
April 9th, 2008 at 12:34 pm, roolalenska Says:
Jeez, he’s lucky he’s so cute. Also, he did say please when he placed his Pop-Tart order.
April 9th, 2008 at 12:53 pm, Sue Says:
A sure sign that he is feeling MUCH better! That is good news (depite the fact that it’s annoying)!
I love those Playmobil knights. I’ll come play castle with Charlie anytime! (Well, except when there are tornado sirens blaring.)
April 9th, 2008 at 1:13 pm, the planet of janet Says:
oh yeah, time to pull the plug on THIS one!!!!!
April 9th, 2008 at 3:16 pm, blackbird Says:
I’m guessing it’s almost time for him to go back to SCHOOL.
April 9th, 2008 at 6:09 pm, crockpot lady Says:
bhwahhahahaha! pop tarts do make all right in the world.
April 9th, 2008 at 6:31 pm, Rebecca Says:
Did he really say “if you please”? Awesome!
Glad he’s feeling better!
April 9th, 2008 at 8:51 pm, Kian Says:
Oh POOR you!!! This is when you say “The MOMMY of the person with the broken arm gets to have a martini. The INTERNET says so!”
April 10th, 2008 at 9:13 am, SoMo Says:
Looks like someone is a little too big for their britches. Maybe, if he could shrink and be the king of that little castle he plays with, it wouldn’t be so bad.
Glad to hear he is feeling better. Hope you survive.
April 11th, 2008 at 1:37 pm, Ilinap Says:
Um, my kids act like this on any given Sunday. And for the record, must Playmobil pieces be SO DAMN SMALL?! I am tired of getting those pesky swords stuck between my toes.
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