We went to the park this morning. Unknowing they had turned on the fountains. The kids played nicely on the playground, following an apologetic request from mom for them to stay where it was dry. They did fabulously, and even came to the car on the first request when it was time to go.
However. Since we've been home, Joey has used every strategy he can think of to go back to the park with the water. A million of these: "Mom. I wanna go back to da park dat had da water." "I know sweetheart. Not today, sorry." "Pwease can we go to da park with da water?" "No Joey. Not today."
So he threatened he would go on his own if I didn't give him a ride.
He told me he'd never let me make cookies again if I didn't take him.
He said he'd never eat bean soup in his life if I didn't say yes.
And then he thought of it. He'd draw on himself. Because if he was covered in x's, I'd HAVE to take him to the park with the water.
"If I can't go to da park with da water, I'm going to have these marks on my body forever. And that will make you sad."
seems logical. smart dude.
we're not going.
tomorrow is a difficult concept for a kid.
ps. I heard him tell Andy the x's on his body were all the places people couldn't hit him. Andy said, "that doesn't make much sense." And Joey said, "yes it does. because mom won't dwop me off at da water."
makes perfect sense, really.