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< > October 2006

• Fri, Oct 6, 2006 8:00 PM

  I Didn't Expect This For Another Ten Years
  
  I picked up a very grumpy, very obviously tired Calvin from preschool yesterday after being told by his teacher that he didn't listen well yesterday. She told me he just wasn't himself and wouldn't listen or behave like he usually did.
  
  So, in keeping with the agreement we made a few weeks back, I told him he would have his trains taken away that night and he wasn't allowed to watch any Thomas the Train videos that night and that we would try again the next day.
  
  Understandably, he didn't take this well, which made for a very long, very loud car ride to Joep's office. About halfway there, a stoplight turned yellow just as I entered the intersection and Calvin nearly had a shitfit.
  
  "You're not supposed to run red lights, Mama!"
  
  I tried to explain the whole physics thing about not being able to stop in less than 6 inches at speeds of 50 mph and that removing the 8 cars that would have been wedged into my trunk would be near impossible, but he wasn't having any of it.
  
  So I finally said, "Calvin, enough. I don't want to hear anymore about it."
  
  He crossed his arms and slunk down into his carseat, furled his brow and in a voice just loud enough for me to hear over the traffic, he said, "I hate you."
  
  I asked him to repeat himself because I wanted to make sure my heart didn't just stop for nothing. And he did. And it didn't.
  
  I told him that was OK; that I loved him enough for the both of us, but he wasn't having any of that either. So I reached back and squeezed his leg and told him I was sorry he was having a bad day. He fell asleep about 5 minutes later and slept all the way home. He sort of woke up just before I dashed out the door for class and I didn't see him again the rest of the night.
  
  He woke up this morning in a great mood and seemed to have forgotten all about yesterday, for which I was thankful. I reminded him about listening and behaving for his teachers and left the school, still thinking about the drive home yesterday. But thinking more about the monkey hugs I got before I left. Thank goodness.

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