It’s like that Primal Fear movie. Sort of.

Sometimes I forget that the Bug is only two and a half. Like when I say to him in the car “Gosh it sure is nice outside today!” and he replies, “I like it when it’s nice outside. I especially like it because when it is not nice outside, I wish it was nice outside.”

I think I actually had that same conversation with an adult while in line at the grocery store the other day.

So, I forget that he’s two. Until, good God, I am reminded.

Like today – our day was going swimmingly. Bug was a charmer. He picked out his own clothes for school, ate all of his lunch, gently stroked the babies at the Parent’s Morning Out, saying, “Look at this sweet baby with the rolly legs!”, took an hour and a half long nap with almost no cajoling, and then happily bopped to the car for an errand.

And then the cosmic forces known as Being Two intervened.

And thus commenced Grand Master Showdown 2007.

He wanted to walk to a playground that was close to where we were, and while I was happy to oblige playground time, we didn’t have time to walk. A person who was not two would take this news and extract from it, “We get to go to the playground!” The two year old hears it and thinks “What?!!?!? We can’t WALK??!!??” And will proceed to melt all their circuits.

This is precisely what happened, and instead of a nice trip to the park, the Bug, my sister and I all had a WWE wrestling championship, complete with the public as audience members. Hooray.

And then, after we’ve finally gotten him back into the car after no trip to the playground, (this included sitting in the running car for about 10 minutes so as not to have to bodily force him into his seat), he sits there with his dirt and tear-streaked, sweaty face, and says to my sister, “Hey, I have a straw at my home that is purple!” With glee. As if it never happened. As if he has now morphed into the Jekyll side of his body and has no memory of Hyde.

2 comments

1 Joe T. { 09.29.07 at 10:32 am }

Yep, you should definitely keep this post for years until one day a much more mature Bug might read it and perhaps apologize to you and his aunt. It will be a long time coming, but it will be sweet.

2 alianora { 09.30.07 at 12:15 am }

See, all of this? Scares me. We’re having a hard enough time with the 5 month old with his very first cold.

DONT PUT ME DOWN PICK ME UP DONT WIPE MY NOSE I HATE THE NOSE SUCKY THING DONT PICK ME UP I WANNA JUST LAY HERE AND CRY

*sigh*

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