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How to Endure and Possibly Triumph Over the Adorable Tyrant
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Wednesday
Oct102007

Cat's in the cradle, kid.

Come on, guys, it's time to wake up. Hey Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad. Mom, I don't want to cuddle. Stop making me cuddle and wake up. Dad. Dad. Why are you making that mad face? Get up. Get up now. Dad!

I don't want school. I want school to be over and to already be home. I'm going to lie here and scream the hours away.

I can't kiss you goodbye because my friend is over there. Over there! Let go! Stop kissing!

It's going to be so far to walk home. So faaaaaar. It's going to take too long. I don't want to look at leaves. Leaves are stupid. Walking is for idiots. This is taking too long!

I want dinner. Is dinner ready yet? Is it ready now? Now? Now? Now? How about now? I can't help you cook, I'm too tired. Is it ready? What does fifteen minutes mean? Does it mean now?

You don't have to kiss me goodnight, you already did. Another hug? Okay, but just one. DID YOU JUST KISS ME AGAIN?

 

 

Reader Comments (25)

Oh, I'm sorry my son got into your home and started nagging you all day...
October 10, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterAnne
Oh, I was SO hoping that this constant talking would stop soon! My daughter's only three - you mean it's going to continue?! Well, at least he's in school part of the day and jabbering to someone besides you!
October 10, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterLisa {milkshake}
I think you just scared my ovaries.
October 10, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterchirky
Oh, you are making me savor these last few months before speaking begins... I shall now stop encouraging speech in all forms.
October 10, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterElle
Every time someone tells me that I should have kids, I'm going to direct them to this post. And then I'll laugh when they realize you are writing about pretty much every kid ever. Different when they're your own, my big round buttocks. My nephew's like this and he's barely 4.
October 10, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterDM
Misery loving company and all, it's nice to know the phantom who hate my child has moved on to your place.
October 10, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterpatois
I think my favorite comment is "walking is for idiots"

It's funnier when it's not your own child's string of non-stop talking. I like to believe there are quiet children out there, but I haven't met one yet.
October 10, 2007 | Unregistered Commentermostcurious
Cute. And by cute I mean that having children eventually drives every parent to a babbling insanity, the likes of which non-breeders will never know.
October 10, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterJoe
Before mine is even in the car after school, she's asking what's for dinner. And I thought I still had a couple hours of planning left.
October 10, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterPretty Lush
I believe the term I used for my daughter's unwillingness to filter one. single. word. as it traveled from mind to mouth (at - A HAH! - the age of five) was "verbal diarrhea."
October 10, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterjk
"What does fifteen minutes mean? Does it mean now?"

Loved this.

October 10, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterLaura
Been there, in fact, I'm still there. I've been lamenting the fact that someone replaced my once sweet and wonderful child with Judd Nelson from The Breakfast Club for a lonnggg time. Patience.
October 10, 2007 | Unregistered Commentercce
I'm with the lady that said "I shall now stop encouraging speech in all forms." Yeah!
October 10, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterlulu
Wow. It's my son and my daughter all rolled into one.



October 10, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterkaryn
Well, at least it's nice to know they can at least speak correctly by then. My son likes to pronounce it "iniot". "You an iniot!" I like to pretend he has an anthropological mind and is really saying Inuit. "Why thank you, those group of people have a very sophisticated civilization and have a long beautiful history." "Thanks also for implying I'm tough since these people do live in the frigid arctic."
October 10, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterNoMasNinos
I would love to have this problem with my four year old son. He has a hard time engaging. He doesn't often respond when you call his name. He doesn't really want to do anything other than play with his trains.I even told him "Hey, other mommies are annoyed by their children's constant questions, do you think you could ask me questions for like two or three minutes straight?", and he said something like "Are you being funny? Where is my James coal tender?" And then go on pretending the whole world doesn't exist.I'm just sad tonight, ignore the depressed mommy hiding in the corner. She's just jealous.

October 10, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterMe


October 10, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterMe
I think I still do this to my mother. At least she would probably tell you that I do. But then, I cook for her (special occasions only. tomarrow/today [it's really late] is her birthday). So give him about 27 years and then maybe there are a few more bonuses than you expected. Of course, I talk to my mom every day, and I'm 32, so... maybe not.
October 11, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterLittle Bird
What are you doing living in my house? My 4 year old daughter doesn't stop talking. I mean I love her, but holy crap! Sometimes she'll ask the most ridiculous questions too....I think she just loves to hear the sound of her own voice.
October 11, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterAntionette
Did you kidnap my son?
October 11, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterLula
jk above referred to it as "verbal diarrhea," but in fact this phenomenon has its very own word: LOGORRHEA.

(The -rrhea suffix is very amusing--eg, the medical term for a runny nose is rhinorrhea.)
October 11, 2007 | Unregistered Commentergiddy
I feel relieved. Maybe this stage is totally normal.

"Do you have any food that we've never HAAaaad before?"

"Is there anything more fun that I can do? No, I don't WANT to do that, or that, or that. I want to do something MORE FUN."
October 11, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterRae
What a day.
October 11, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterSusiej
*sigh* well, I'm glad I'm not alone in this.....
October 12, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterBig Pumpkin
Last night, 9 pm, in the dark (lights out is 8. After three stories) "Mommy I'm boooreeed...I want to be entertained!"
October 14, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterMeg

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