Mommy Don't Be Mad

Isn't it funny how kids always tell you that they're mad at you, but can't stand for you to be upset with them? Today was a long hot day and I am really sleepy so I am going to keep this entry real short. As CJ and I were getting ready to go to the Pumpkin Patch at Boone Hall Plantation this morning, he decides to run behind me and bite me on my thigh right below my butt. That flesh is really sensitive right there. Before I go on with the story, let me give you a little history. My older brother was a towel popper. I hate towel poppers! You know when you wet a towel, roll it up and pop people with it. It stings like H-E-double hockey sticks! I have a low tolerance for pain, especially sudden, didn't-know-it-was-coming pain. It gives me flashbacks of those towels. Stings, bites, pinches, they drive me crazy! So back to the story, as I plop on the couch, I feel little teeth pierce into my skin. Lets just say I am glad that I have some control over my reflexes, but I was really angry. My face all frowned up, I had a little talk with my son and put him in a brief timeout. I don't think he'll be biting anyone else, especially not me. It was awkward because he has never been a biter. So after his punishment he walks over and turns on the laptop and signs on to Zoodles, one of his favorite sites. He scrolls through the 3 year old options to find this interactive game he likes to play. Its a short rendition of the song 99 bottles of beer on the wall. Before he presses play, he says "Mommy, I am going to play 10 green bottles standing on the wall because it is going to make you really really happy with me." I usually sit and laugh while singing it with him so he figured if he played the song, I would not be mad anymore. It's funny how their little minds work. Now if he can figure that out, he knows better than to bite.