For weeks, B has been talking about buying a rattle for his baby sister. We've talked about how she might be two years old and not a baby, but he's been stuck on the rattle idea for awhile. Today we took his piggy bank to Babies-R-Us, laid out about half a dozen rattles on the floor, and picked his favorite. We dumped the piggy bank out on the counter and he paid the $4.31 out of his own money.
How can he be such a thoughtful, generous kid, and at the same time be such a little monster? He's been at the hospital with me for the past three days, where everyone basically gives him whatever he wants in order to keep him quiet. This strategy worked for awhile, but has turned against us now. We have a spoiled rotten little dictator on our hands who ignores anything he doesn't want to hear. I'm seeing a lot of tears and exiled-to-the-bedroom time in the near future as we try to de-program him and get him back on track. It should be a really fun weekend.
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Dr. Jekyl/Child Hyde. We've got him at our place, too. ;) Eventually, thought, good wins out. Right?
Best wishes that your grammy heals up well. How nice that you're spending lots of time with her...I'm sure it means as much to her as it does to you. Hugs.
very sweet
Wow... we may have twins seperated at birth maybe??? I have a 5 year old and we have created this monster! But, he will grow up and one day we can look back on these days and laugh... I hope!
Sounds like he is good kid and this spoiled facade will fade soon.
That is just the sweetest!
Keep smilin!
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