Class Friends

Ryan was moved up to the Preschool Class for Big Boys with his best friends at school. He loves it. We love it too, because we love these boys. 

They have superhero battles on the playground, where the goal is always to run the fastest and get the sweatiest. He has so much fun at school that he becomes practically magnanimous in the afternoon at pickup, saying things like:

• "Hi Mom, how was your day?"
• "Hi Kels, how was (bully) today? Was she mean to you? Did she say you were stupid today?"
• "Mom, did Davis's mom text you about me going to his house to play with his toys?"

In the new class he is learning how to recognize letters of the alphabet, say his ABCs, and count to 10. Mom thinks this new knowledge has given him self confidence. I would argue that he has always been self confident, and now he's just completely full of himself:

• "Mom, we're almost out of yogurt. Remember when you go to Publix to get more. I'm trusting you. Is that a deal?"
• "After nap I want Cheerios and a cheese stick. Ok? And you can get that for me."
• "I'm going poo poo. Gonna stink it up."

He treats everything like a competition. EVERYTHING. He has to be the one to buckle his seat belt first, open his car door first, get to the porch first, touch the front door first. And I have to let him win, or there is heck to pay. Some days I don't feel like catering to his every demand, and those days are the worst.  

He does make me laugh pretty much all the time. So, I try my best to go along with the temporary order of things and keep the peace. Have you heard the expression "Happy Wife, Happy Life"?  Well, when you live with a 3 year old, the motto is "Happy Monster, Happy Life". 

Except when he makes mom bring us animal crackers after school. I HATE ANIMAL CRACKERS.