Thursday, January 12, 2012

what's wrong?

picked Noah up from his class last night at church.  when i came to the door, he was sitting in a circle with the other kids playing Duck, Duck, Goose.  it was so cute to see him being so well-behaved and interacting with other kids!  they always say his is "so good!"  So i'm hoping that means he's really only naughty at home.  That's fine with me!  Regardless, he hopped up when he saw me and ran to the door carrying 2 small, paper puppets.  1 cat, 1 dog.  He was very proud of them.

then we walked down the hall to pick up David from his Cubbies class.  as soon as david saw the "puppets" (they were really just pictures glued to sticks), he instantly insisted that one of them was his.
D: "Hey! that one's mine!"
Me: "No, they are both Noah's.  He made them in his class."
D: "Why does he get 2, and i get none?"
Me: "He made them both in his class.  You make things in your class all the time and at school."
D: "But i want one."
Me: "That's enough.  They are Noah's, not your's."

He continues to be in a crabby little mood on the way out to the car.  While driving home...


Me: "David, what's wrong?"  (wondering if he has actual reason for being upset besides the puppets like another kid was mean to him or something.)
D: "i just...  A boy pushed down-- (i am filled with dread.  i do not want to hear that my son has gotten pushed down again)-- Anna."  (whew!  obviously I don't want anyone getting pushed down, but this has become any on and off issue in our house.)
Me: "You're upset because a boy pushed down Anna?  That has nothing to do with you.  Why are you upset?"
D: "I just...  I didn't think Ms. Daulton was gonna pick me for an award at award time."
Me: "Did you get an award?"
D: "Yeah."
Me: "But you are upset because you THOUGHT that you weren't gonna get one, but you DID get one?"
D: "Yeah."
Me: "That doesn't make any sense.  Why are you upset?"  (yes, I know he is just randomly picking things out of the air to be upset about.)
D: "I didn't get to play Duck, Duck, Goose."
Me: "oh, my word.  It is time for bed."

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