Sunday, November 17, 2013

Big E: Giving Thanks

I realize this is an early weekend morning blog entry, but when you get a mayday call from the playroom at 6:45 because your naked three year old is clipped into this:


it kind of decimates the sleep mood.

So, I'm up.  Which leads me to my next topic:  Thanksgiving.

A time to give thanks for all the amazing things in your life.  You may see people posting a daily list of things they are thankful for on Facebook.

Here is Big E's paper copy that is hanging on the hallway bulletin board at school:



Let's take a closer look, shall we?

Big E is thankful for the following:

1) I AM THANKFUL FOR MY PETS.

I am assuming here he is referring to Poodle Yoy.  In summary, Poodle Yoy> Mrs.Yoy (the one who grew him, feeds him, bathes him, wipes him, schleps him, etc.)  I lost out to an eleven year old dog who is basically decaying before our eyes.  Her rank breath could quell the Syrian conflict in mere minutes.  She popped into his head before his dear, old mom.

2) I AM THANKFUL FOR MY FRIENDS.

That's sweet and all, but at a few days short of five, I should still be the sun in his universe.  I expect this as a teenager, but as a pre k-er, no way.

3) I AM THANKFUL FOR HAVING A ROOF OVER MY HEAD.

This one gave me a chuckle.  Big E is a constant stream of I wants and I needs. I am painfully trying to teach him the lesson of want vs. need.

I NEED A NEW LEAPPAD GAME!

I NEED THAT LEARNING BOOK!

I NEED THE CRYSTAL MICKEY MOVIE!

It makes my skin crawl to hear him go on and on like a spoiled child.

YOU WANT A GAME, YOU DON'T NEED IT!  YOU NEED FOOD, WATER, SHELTER, ETC.  YOU SHOULD BE THANKFUL YOU HAVE A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD!  SOME PEOPLE DON'T EVEN HAVE THAT!

So this last item is just proof that Big E sometimes listens to me.  He just regurgitated what I always tell him.

As you can see there is an empty feather.  He couldn't even dream up a fourth thing, that might in fact, be me.  His mom.

Instead, I wrote this very long guilt trip that I intend to print out and read to him when he gets older and never calls.

Happy Sunday!

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