Friday, September 21st, 2012
Last month I saw this Garfield comic that happened to perfectly summarize how I think my toddler son tends to see life. (I now have it cut out and taped up near Jack’s pictures on my cubicle wall at work.)
This concept most applies to our car rides to and from Jack’s day care and my office, 5 days a week.
Jack wants to be entertained, so I keep around a toddler’s survival kit: A book, a toy truck, and a stuffed animal.
After half of the car ride, what does he do? He “accidently” drops any of the above items.
That’s always annoying. Try explaining to your toddler that you can’t sacrifice safely driving to turn around and attempt to pick up his “fallen” stuffed giraffe.
It doesn’t work. Dang logic.
But when he’s not trying to engage me by him losing reach of his toys, he’s instead “hurting” himself with them.
Yesterday Jack kept accidently dropping his two Thomas the Train toys into his knees, making sure I heard his fake whine: “Eh, heh heh…”.
You always instantly know when your kid is faking being hurt, right?
So each time I hear a fake whine, I reply with an equally fake “Ahhhhwwwhhh!”
What’s funny is that it didn’t take him long at all to realize I wasn’t being serious either.
So each time each hears my faux sympathy, now his response is, “No. No. N-n-n-no!”
He wants to be sure I know that he knows.
And then what does he do right after? He repeats the cycle with another “Eh, heh heh.”
Until he has the attention span for a handheld video game, my son is stuck with pretending to drop toys and/or pretending to get hurt by those same toys.
The world exists for his amusement. I wish car rides could be the intermission.Add a Comment