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Thursday, April 19, 2012

Dear Mom and Dad

While visiting the in-laws we learned an upfront lesson about raising a smart, emotional child. My brother- and sister-in-law, have two incredibly advanced boys. We're not just talking Mensa smart, we're talking invent-Google-on-a-whim smart. Case in point: the older boy invented a crazy-complex board game using nothing but Legos. The kids tried valiantly to explain the rules to Husband-cat. It was in vain, because with the conceit of an adult, Husband-cat half-listened until it was suddenly borne in on him that this was a fully realized, structured game, not some half-baked off-the-cuff creation. That the older boy had created the game and the younger could detail its intricacies was even more interesting to Husband-cat than the game itself.

We had a lovely dinner, replete with sundaes. The boys were showing off to Husband-cat while the rest of us chatted. At one point, the older boy got frustrated by his brother's plodding explanation of the rules and tried to bust in on the tete-a-tete between his brother and his uncle. Sis-in-law gently but firmly extricated him, saying it was brother's turn for uncle's attention, and he needed to calm down and butt out. The older boy, in a temper because things were being done wrong, threw down. Bro-in-law stepped in and spent some one-on-one time, but it was for naught. The kid needed to spend some cool down time in his room. He went mutinously.

He was gone maybe ten minutes when his door opened. A little arm appeared and threw a piece of paper. The door slammed. I was the only one in position to see what happened. I laughed. "That's funny, your boy just threw a piece of paper." I thought he had done it in general anger. The in-laws looked at each other. His dad sighed and went and got the paper. I stared at his mom. "What? It's just a piece of paper."

Brother-in-law handed it to me.



From: Son
To: Parents

Why do you always neglect me?

I laughed until I couldn't breathe. Never in a million years would I have been so articulate in a temper tantrum. It wouldn't even have occurred to me to send hate mail. Total genius. Just wait 'til our next fight. "Dear Husband-cat, why do you always ignore me..."

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3 comments:

  1. I love it!
    Some kids write the apology ... it saves a little face and usually gets the same result... but to keep up the tantrum in writing at that age?!

    PRICELESS!

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    1. Really lets you know what you're in for. To quote old people everywhere: "Kids today!"

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