In the last few weeks Sam has flittered in and out of these states of contrariness where she’ll argue the opposite of any given statement just for the experience it seems to afford her. She recently demonstrated this again on a rainy day.
“I want to go play on my playground, Daddy.”
“Sam, it’s raining. You can’t go outside.”
“It’s not. It’s not raining.”
At this point I walked over to the sliding glass door and looked out into the back yard. Despite Sam’s proclomation, water was indeed falling from the sky. “Yes, it is. Look.”
Sam joined me at the door and looked out. “It’s not raining,” she repeated after a moment, looking up at me like I was some kind of cross between a moron and a half-wit.
At this point I just shrugged and slid the door open. “Hokay, suit yourself. I’ll keep an eye on you from here.”
Sam just kind of stood there on the threshold to the wet world beyond, looking out at the deluge with a mix of confusion and annoyance. After a long pause, she looked back up at me. “It’s raining Daddy. You can’t go outside when it’s raining. Close the door!”
I groaned, then slid the door shut. “This is totally going in the blog, kiddo.”
Ok I just came over here from Trixie and the first thing that caught me was ohhh how beautiful she is… She’s breathtaking!! And the writing is well done as well!! Still have to check out the rest of your blog. But thumbs up to you!!
Thanks! Glad you enjoy the site.
Found the link to your site on Todd’s site (my husband grew up with Todd in GA). Just wanted to say that your stories of “parental observations” are hilarious!
I find myself encountering this type of negativity most often with my two year old when fine motor skills are involved… “It’s going to be hard to put that fifth crayon into a box that only holds four, Paige. Nuh-uh!” Followed minutes later by “Put the color in the box, daddy! Sorry, sweetie, not even I can bend the fabric of space and time.”