Doesn't this five year old look mature? I think so. Not to mention handsome. Well, OK, I just did. He's handsome. Which is why I couldn't help but laugh today when he reminded me that even though he is growing up fast he's still working on it.
After watching a couple of hours of TV after school I told Charlie to turn it off. He protested and started whining back at me. We carried on a conversation for a few moments in this fashion where I explained my reasons and he whined back at them...or me...take your pick. Then I suddenly remembered that I am the parent, so I sent him to his room. Using all of his near perfect temper tantrum skills he began throwing a massive temper tantrum on the way to his room. That, of course, involved stomping and door slamming. After a few minutes he came back down stairs...all smiles and happy to be alive. Me: "Do you have anything you want to say?" Charlie: "Sorry." Me: "For what?" Charlie: "I can't remember." Me: "I'll show you." (Whine, whine, stomp, stomp, cry, stomp, bang!) Leaning on the couch in his mature GQ way, he gave a slight smile and said, "Nu-uh. I was much louder than that." Well, I guess I am the one who should be apologizing for failing to give credit where it is due.