This post involves a lot of corn. Popcorn, that is, and my brief, but terrifying belief that my almost 4-year-old was some kind of member of Children Of The Corn.
It all took place this morning as I was getting everyone ready for school. Si and I were waiting outside for the bus, when I realized I had two letters I wanted to stick in the mailbox before I left, so I hurriedly ran back into the house to grab them.
Upon entering the house, Doe was doing what he usually does when we’re outside: standing in front of the pantry trying to sneak something to eat that he’s not supposed to be eating. Ya know, things like Scooby Snacks, puddings, cookies, etc.
Well, this time around he wanted popcorn. I didn’t have time to argue with him, so I simply grabbed my letters, told him “no, you’re not having popcorn” and ran back outside, slamming the door right in the middle of his justification as to why he should be able to have popcorn.
Well, this must have really pissed him off. I heard him yell something back at me as I headed back to the top of the driveway, but assumed he’d get over it.
I saw Si on to the bus, walked back to the house, up the steps and turned the handle to the door to go back inside.
WTF? He locked the door on me???? I can’t believe he did that!!!
I knock on the door and wait.
And slowly, he emerges, inch-by-inch into view and looked a little something like this:
My seething almost 4-year-old stood, staring at me for about 2 seconds before he stomped over to the door and begrudgingly let me in.
However, by this point, I was so impressed with his conniving ways, as well as his ability to move past it and eventually let me in, that I simply scooped him up in my arms.
“You’re really angry that I said you couldn’t have any popcorn aren’t you”?
“But mom…..I was saying for later!!! I wanted to have some for later!!!”.
Yeah right. Sure.
But, nonetheless, we made up and all was well. Although, I can’t figure out if I scooped him up to talk about our fight because he was so darn cute, or because I was scared that, that red-headed guy with the gnarly teeth was hiding somewhere else in the house.
Needless to say, I promised him he could have some popcorn after school, later this evening.
And he will get it.
Almost 4-year-old: 1