The brat last night insisted on riding his new 2 wheeler with trainer wheels on the skateboard park. He went down the pipe fine, but didn't go all the way to the top on the other side and so went down backwards and fell off in a spectacular fashion.
I wasn't there for any of this, as they get home before me. All I saw was the bloody nose and the swollen lip when they got home.
My problems with this:
1. Since when did a three year old get to make decisions like where he is going to ride his bike he has had for 2 days? Why did dad not show some spine and say no?
2. Since when do you let a kid that old and that experience ride down a pipe and not trot along beside him? What was dad thinking?
3. Since when do you then fluff round the kid all night letting him Ctinue to Ctrol you and decide what you are going to do with your time? Dad must have felt guilty?
4. What the hell is going on when the kid is still very much in charge the next morning, and dad skips breakfast so he can spoon the porridge into the spoilt brats mouth, and read stories to said brat?
It was a damn good thing the train came when it did or I might have established myself as the house dragon...
And it is up to you dear reader as too which one is the sooky boy..
Posted by: toni at September 3, 2003 11:39 AM