>Yesterday the Laughing Boys and I had some errands to run in the morning. As usual I had the morning’s plan & agenda all laid out in my head. And as usual that plan was going to go exactly as planned and be perfect. Yes, even with a 3 year-old and a 2 year-old, every single plan I conceive of always works perfectly and without a hitch as I work it out in my head. Yes, nearly every time there’s a hitch, or several!, but I still plan everything with the intent of perfect execution.
So yesterday morning we were to dress, eat breakfast, clean up the kitchen, make beds, start a load of laundry, and then head out the door as soon as the lawn guys were finished mowing and had left.
And my plan included two boys being angels and playing with a couple toys and watching Jake and The Neverland Pirates while I took care of the kitchen & laundry & whatever else I had to do at the last minute. Yes, I am that delusional.
Of course the 2 Laughing Boys decided it would be a good idea to go into #2’s room and dump the giant tote box of Duplo blocks all over the floor. And then of course they didn’t want to pick them up, or follow my instructions to do so. And it looked like it was going to be a battle.
So I got them in the bedroom with me, got down on the floor with them, and in that great Mother’s “this is going to be the best thing you’ve ever done in your life, let’s have a total blast, and this is the coolest thing ever” voice, I said “hey guys, let’s race and see who can pick up the fastest & the most… ready, set, go!!!” and I feverishly started grabbing blocks and putting them in the tote and was saying “I think I might be the fastest!!”
And Laughing Boy #2 also followed my lead and was picking up blocks at a great pace and saying “No Momma – I the fastest!!”
And Lauging Boy #1 – he walked away! He went and sat in his brother’s Anywhere Chair and put his thumb in his mouth while he looked at a car he picked up on his way there.
What? This was supposed to be the best game ever! And it was supposed to get them to clean up – such the sneaky Mom that I am.
So I spoke to him, asked him why he was in the chair, and said look how fast we are!
And you know what this 3.5 year-old said to me? He shrugged his shoulders a little, smiled just a tad, and said “That’s OK, you guys can win.”
“You guys can win”?? What???? What a little stinker, And, well now I need a new plan because I thought for sure “the race” was my angle for the next 5 years. At least.
Outsmarted by my 3 year-old. Classic.