After running away from his timeout on the stairs, which he obtained after throwing a toy and then a shoe at his younger brother, my three year old proclaimed that he was going to find a new family with a nice mommy, who is well mannered, nice and doesn’t give timeouts, and nice (emphasis on nice is his,not mine).
This from the boy who did food throwing, toy throwing, book ripping, yelling and emptied a garbage pail out on the floor. My brain was thinking: sounds good, lets go pack. My tongue said a whole different story. We had a little chat about the importance of family and what made our family so great and how our family would not be as good if anyone of us wasn’t a member.
It’s amazing how quickly the transformation from little guy who said excuse me, before asking the furnace repair man what he was doing, and who was squealing with delight at the local nature museum, into a name calling shoe thrower.