Every day I am surprised by the continuing development of the kids around my house.
I know I should never be surprised by it, but I am.
Bam Bam has been testing the boundaries lately. Something so very normal for a child of two and a half.
It’s a bit of humor that I get to share with his parents when I give them the daily report.
The other day, I had to correct Bam Bam. He likes to play in the doorways, but with pinched fingers…well, I try to discourage playing with the doors.
So I first told him not to play in the doors. He proceeded to play in the doors.
I told him a second time not to play in the doors. He continued playing in the doors.
Finally, I used my stern voice and made myself undeniably clear in what my expectation was regarding him playing in the doors.
“Nana,” said Bam Bam, “you don’t tell me ‘no’. You say ‘yes’ to me.”
At that moment, we enjoyed a very up-close and personal “eye to eye” conversation about who says yes, no and makes the rules and who listens and obeys.
We settled the issue of the doors…and have now moved on to the next one…sharing. Sort of a revolving door around these parts, if you will pardon the cheesy play on words.
Don’t you love it when a child instructs you, the adult, to share?
Yes. I share all my toys with everyone. But when the turn taking gets out of control and the midgets forget who OWNS the toys…well, they shouldn’t tell ME to share MY toys.
Cookie has come into her own in terms of fighting, and I truly mean fighting, for what she decides is hers. She and Bam Bam had a number of issues sharing the toys today.
I frequently had to remind the kiddos that I share all of my toys. They always look at me the same way.
“These are YOUR toys, Nana?” Why they say it so incredulously still amazes me. We have this same discussion each and every day.
“Yes. They are MY toys, and I SHARE.”
“You share with me, Nana?” asked Bam Bam.
“I share with ALL of you.”
“You share with ALL of US, Nana?”
“Yes. I share with ALL of you. But when you aren’t nice and don’t share My toys, then I have to put the toys away.”
“That’s not nice, Nana. You have to SHARE. Sharing is nice.”
Ummmmm, that sort of was the point. All that repeating our conversation to each other a gazillion times…
“Nana, if you put the toys away and don’t share, you will need a time out.”
Sigh. Will someone PLEASE give me a time out?