Monday, January 14, 2008

did he really just.....

Welcome to the world of Grady. He ceases to amaze me and yet, still continues to scare me on a daily basis.

Exhibit A: To increase the appearance of potty training we have installed the "M&M principle". When Grady goes on the potty he earns an M&M, when he REALLY goes on the potty he earns four M&Ms. Well last night he REALLY went and was quick to remind me that he got four candies. I gave him his candies and reminded him to flush. BIG mistake. I should have reviewed proper potty etiquette and had him flush first, reward second. In his excitement to flush (it is very exciting you know) he accidentally dropped one of his candies into the bowl. Before I realized what happened it was, well, just too late. I am sure you are all cringing in your seats, it sickens me to even type it. I was so close to ramming my finger down his throat to make him throw every last nasty germ up but opted for the "that which doesn't kill us only makes us stronger". Good news.... he is still alive and kicking!

Exhibit B: Grady was amusing me as I was getting ready in the bathroom. Maybe amusing is too nice of a word. Basically he was demanding all my time and energy and preventing me from making any progress towards moving out the door for work. He took this opportune moment to pick a piece of hair from my brush, plop it in his mouth and try to eat it. Is there anything this child does not eat?!? Does he lack appreciation for the finer tastes in life? Am I not feeding him well? One can't forget this past summer when he was eating the tress while camping. Maybe a future in competitive eating in in his future. sigh...

Exhibit C: Grady had strategically removed on of the missile launchers from Drake's Star Wars fighter plane and was assaulting everyone in sight. As he was annihilating me with the gun he yelled, "You dead!!" Not wanting a call from pre-school about the violent tendencies my son is teaching others I opted to take this as a teachable moment. I squatted down and told him, "We don't kill people and tell them they are dead. You can pretend to shoot them and then say 'Gottcha'. No killing." To this he proceeded to shoot me some more and say, " Cheeew, cheeew. I got you. Your dead!!" Well that pep talk got me no where. It did not help that my husband burst into hysterical laughter at Grady's response to my talk. "Oh yeah, you definitely got your point across there! Good one." To which I respond - Bite me!!

1 comment:

JCR said...

Oh no, he didn't! But glad to hear he survived that nastiness. :)