Why don't children just take your word for anything? Why does there always have to be an hour long discussion and/or debate over everything????? It gets to the point where I just want to bang my head against the wall screaming and tonight was one of those nights.
We were outside finishing the landscaping in the front yard while my boys scoured the dirt for more bugs. My three year old was incredibly excited to find a caterpillar.... the problem was that it wasn't a caterpillar. It was a grub...and grubs give me the creeps!!! So, I of course, flip out and jump back and scream at him to drop it which attracts the attention of my seven year old.
And my seven year old wants to know details.... What did he have? What did it look like? Why don't I like them? What are they? What do they eat? Where did he find it? Did I like them when I was little? Have I always been disgusted by them? Did one ever bite me? Are they poisonous? And a million and one different questions. And then, he wanted me to find it in the grass so he could see it.... I don't think so. Had I thought quick enough, I would have told him it landed to the one blade of grass that had a purple speck on it... that would have kept him busy for awhile!
The same thing happened when I made cupcakes with them today. We spent at least 20 minutes discussing why they couldn't eat icing out of the bowl while I was trying to ice the cake. "No one wants your germs" should have been sufficient.
I am usually quite patient with the questions because my seven year old has never grown out of that stage and I'm used to it. But, today was just not a good day for my patience. And when my seven year old started asking questions about why his balloon didn't float and what is the difference between air from his body and helium I handed him my phone and said, "Call your grandpa!" That of course led to another twenty questions about why he was calling grandpa....
I am usually quite patient with the questions because my seven year old has never grown out of that stage and I'm used to it. But, today was just not a good day for my patience. And when my seven year old started asking questions about why his balloon didn't float and what is the difference between air from his body and helium I handed him my phone and said, "Call your grandpa!" That of course led to another twenty questions about why he was calling grandpa....
Someone please just spray paint a big X on that wall so I can bang my head off of it a few times......
I know this is very common and almost every parent can relate to this. What do your kids do that push your patience and sanity to the limit the quickest?
