Jack is a terribly slow eater. He is bored by the prospect of sitting and eating a meal without some toy or game for distraction. I’ve been trying to convince him that if he just hurried and ate he would be done and could get up from the table and play whatever game he wanted to. Sometimes, I’d rather poke jagged toothpicks in my eyes than have to get him to eat his breakfast in a timely fashion before school. The other morning I finally had my fill.
Me: Jack, I’m taking these toys away until you finish your breakfast. If you keep messing around you’ll be late for school.
Jack: But, but, but.
Me: I’m going into my room to get dressed and when I get back in here you better be finished eating.
I left the kitchen to get dressed. When I finished and headed back toward the kitchen, I heard the very distinct sound that a boy makes when pretending to shoot with a laser gun.
Me: What are you playing with? I thought I took all the toys away.
Jack: I’m playing with my vitamin.
Me: Your vitamin?
Jack: See. It's a gun.
Me: Jack, eat your vitamin.
Jack: I’m just trying to have a little fun.
This just goes to show that with boys anything can be a toy.
Behold, The Unicorn Frappuccino
1 week ago