Imagine when you’ve taken time to teach your child that he or she is Royalty, a Prince/Princess, King/Queen. And then you even agreed with them that they are Superman/ whatever the girls claim and that they have Super Powers…
Okay, time to stop imagining.
I had actually done all that and was feeling super cool with myself, as per correct Mum, only to get to my son’s school recently and his classmates were telling me how he says that he is a Horse, a Dog, a Lion, a Cat and a Wild Animal! Jesus Christ!
Not only does he claim to be these things, he demonstrates what each of them does in CLASS! And to put the icing on the Cake, his teacher told me that he was offerring free Horse Rides on his back!
Free Horse Rides?
He obviously doesn’t know how much his school fees is, not to talk about other expenses. If he has decided to be a Horse instead of a Prince, he should at least be a little entrepreneurial and offer PAID horse rides. LOL.
I guess I have to go back to the drawing board and find another way of making this ‘I’m a King’ thingy enter his head. Which one is Wild Animal abeg?
It was a lovely Sunday Morning, I was in the kitchen cutting vegetables that had been toughened by the Harmattan in Lagos, when my toddler walked in. We got talking and the conversation progressed to this:
Me: So Ikem do you want to drink Tea?
I wasn’t looking at him when I asked, so I repeated the question and turned to see him nod his head. Feeling like a good mother, I decided to teach him some grammar:
Me: Ikem, don’t nod your head okay? You need to answer Yes or No.
Me: So do you want Tea?
Son: Yes or No!
Lol! I just burst into laughter and left the boy alone.
Found my semi-siamese twin after decades of existence. I call him semi-siamese because we are not permanently joined together but he sure can be a tag – a – long
‘Mummy I want to carry you’
What he actually means is ‘Mummy carry me’.
And then he follows me around the house; from the sitting room, to the kitchen and to the bedrooms and when I finally escape into the ‘ladies’ or the bathroom, guess who’s knocking at the door? Yeah right!
My boy would step in my shoes, try to wear my clothes and then we share my Orange wristwatch. I wear it to work, and he takes over when I get home.
But I have 2 magical words for severing all ties:
Word Number 1: It’s time to bathe
Word Number 2: Time to Sleep
My toddler suddenly disappears and I end up being the one to look for him. LOL.
What’s your experience with the little ones in your life?
I remember one certain day, my 2 and a half year old son was watching Princess Sophia the First. He came to me trying to say something, I was finally able to deduce what he was saying. The following conversation ensued;
Mom: Oh, you like Princess Sophia the First?
Mom: Tell me about her
Son: Mummy, Pwincess Sophia beating me…
Okay now… Toddlers and their claim. If I spoke sternly to him, he would run to his Daddy and say Mummy is beating me and vice versa.
I wonder who he would be reporting next… Mickey Mouse, maybe.