Mom the Decepticon

I was finally able to convince Jack to wear another of the new shirts I bought him.  This time, it was the black shirt that says “DUDE!”  Jack has been talking a lot about good guys and bad guys lately and somehow got it into his head that good guys wear white and bad guys wear black.  He is also quite obsessed with Transformers.  Using these two pieces of information, I cleverly manipulated my 3.5 year old:

“Jack, do you want to dress up like a Decepticon?  This shirt has a D on it for Decepticon!”

“Do I get to be a bad guy?”

“Yup, you go for it, dude!”

And thus I convinced my son to wear a new shirt and believe HE was the Decepticon.  Motherhood is great for honing my skills of deception…at least, for the preschool crowd.

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Grateful for imagination

Jack was not happy about getting up this morning.  From the moment he opened his eyes he was upset.  “We have to close the door!  We have to go to sleep!”  I wish, kid!  He spent the next 45 minutes or so yelling at the top of his lungs because he didn’t want to get dressed, didn’t want to watch George, dropped his piece of friendship bread, and then OMG my chocolate egg is broken and I wanted to crack it open but now I can’t!!!  Yeah, you can see how I tried to use bribery when all else failed.  And even the bribery didn’t work.

What did?  A SPACE HELMET.  I told Jack that if he got dressed he could wear the space helmet (David’s bicycle helmet) and we could go to outer space.  He changed his attitude immediately.  We got out of the door within 10 minutes.  I convinced him my car was my spaceship and we were going to take off!  He counted down to lift off at every stop sign.  He was smiling by the time we got to daycare.  I then told him he needed to find some rockets and teach his fellow astronauts about space.  Off he went to look for rockets among the daycare toys!

I lied to my kid – a huge, bald-faced, complete lie.  And I will do it again and again if it gets him out of the house in the morning and saves my sanity.

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