Monday, May 05, 2008
Truth and Brownies
Kyle and I were making brownies recently. He loves to help me, and apparently the dose of sugar (see the brownie mix around his mouth?) unleashed his tongue:
"You get a small piece, because you're bad," he told me.
"That's not very nice, Kyle," I coached him.
"I know, but I just had to tell you. You're bad, because you always don't promise us."
I can't interpret that one at all so I ask for clarification. "I don't know what that means."
"I know, but you don't promise us what clothes we can wear. You don't promise us. You scream at us."
"Does Daddy promise you?" I ask, trying to understand what it means to "promise" something.
"Yes, he does, but you don't."
"What does he promise you?"
"To wear the right clothes, but you don't. You get us in trouble."
A more fragile woman might have been shattered by this. However, Kyle is my boy. He loves his mommy. That somehow Daddy was being touted as someone who "promised" them, and I wasn't--I could deal with that. However, I think that the real reason that I wasn't concerned about his criticism of me is because I know him.
Later the truth came out, and I quote, "I don't want to take a bath. I like Daddy; I want to stay with him. I like Daddy. Blah, blah, blah." Yes, he actually said, "Blah, blah, blah," which proved to me what I suspected: he was just talking. His words didn't mean a whole lot.
I'm afraid that my words don't often mean a lot either. I think that my kids hear "blah, blah, blah," when I say, "I mean it. Put that away now." They know that the chance for another "now" will likely come in a few minutes.
On more positive note, Blankie stays upstairs now, regardless of which parent is waiting downstairs in the morning, and due to continued reminders, Kyle also stays in his room until 7:00 a.m., as he's supposed to, even if he wakes up earlier. I've given him some "rah-rah" instead of some "blah blah" on that one, letting him know that I am proud that he's choosing to obey the rules.