These posts are part of my toddler chronicles series. They are short and sweet and hopefully give my new readers a taste of how crazy, yet surprisingly calm,my kids really are.
CP is having a challenging time with this “3 years old” nonsense.
Considering the giant, blowout tantrum that my toddler had in the morning, BEGGING us not to send him to daycare, I was surprised how quickly he adjusted after pick up and once he was in the car…
The controlling part of him replaced the mad-at-mommy-yet-doesn’t-want-her-to-leave-EVER-AGAIN part as I buckled him into his car seat.
“Mommy. You are Princess Peach. I’m Mario.”
My son’s obsession with anything affiliated with Super Mario Bros is both annoying and hilarious. Annoying because he chooses to bounce his figures on our heads as if we were the Goombas (walking, grumpy mushrooms) and Koopas ( upright, indifferent turtles ).
Hilarious because, well, he’s freaking hilarious. Annoyingly hilarious.
Why can’t they just call them mushrooms and turtles?!?
Back to what I was saying. As we drove to daycare, we pass several overpasses that CP calls “bridges”. He is convinced, thanks to his Daddy, that these bridges will hit him in the head as we drive our car pass underneath.
“Mommy! I mean, Princess!!! Duck!!”
“Robots don’t need to duck. My head is too strong.”
“No, it’s not, Princess! You are Princess!!
“Did you hit your head?”
Rolling my eyes, “Yes.”
“You’re right. You should just be a robot.”