In which Owen has them fooled.
Not a day ago we were listening to the family tell us about our "angel."
We made the trip this weekend to Tightwad, Missouri (yes, that's the name) for cousin Devin's second birthday. Festivities included rounds of Pitch, lasagna, presents, and cake and ice cream, of course. Everyone thought the children were so well behaved.
In the case of Devin, they were right. Owen, however, was the master of misdirection.
On Saturday night, Devin's grandmother watched the boys play.
"Does Owen go to daycare," she asked.
"Yes, three days a week."
"I can tell because he plays so well with the other kids."
The next morning, Owen's Great-Uncle Mike remarked about what a good sleeper he was-- down by 8:30 p.m. and still asleep at 8 a.m.
And then the next day Grandma Gloria told us the story of how Owen used the word "share" and how he and Devin got along fine divvying up the toys.
Hmm. So now let us tell you what he's really like:
Last night we put the little monster in the tub. His cars, of course, go with him. (And they're not the little cars, either. They're the big heavy ones that he is probably too young for.)
He clocks me in the head with one.
"Ouch," I say, following the instructions in whatever book we're currently reading. "That hurts Daddy!" He laughs maniacally and clocks me again.
So much for playing well with others.
This morning, at six a.m., "Up! Up!" Did I mention I had the day off today? Where's that good sleeper, I wonder?
I'll note, too, that I'm back from 30 minutes of my favorite late night game, What's Bugging You Now?
Tylenol for your teething (he's getting the canines, appropriately enough)? Nope. Drink of water? He'll take one, but no, that's not it either. Clean diaper? Take that, too, but we still haven't gotten it.
Back massage? Yes, please. For about 30 minutes.
This kid is so gonna rub my feet when I'm old.
Finally, tonight, it was all about the colors. Four times he walks up to me with the orange and green crayons held out.
"Are you sharing?"
"Share!"
"Thank you."
Snatch! He grabs the crayons away and runs into the other room shrieking, "MINE! MINE!" It was like living with Golem from The Lord of the Rings.
Lucky for him, he's awfully darned cute.
