Lately, Kai has been using an excessive number 3 year old antics (i.e., stalling, yelling, playing with utensils, and food) which has forced Jeff and I to attempt a “crack down”. Jeff made the statement in his joking way, "Kaisey, it’s time to eat or I’m gonna crack ya!" Of course seconds later, Kai says to me, "If I don’t eat, Daddy's gonna crack me". Laughing ensues and the meal continues... Kai is ripe with chatter and I immediately try a “crack down” move by placing a moratorium on talking during the meal which just encourages Jeff and Kai to talk more non-sense. Random chatter continues until Kai says the unimaginable, “Daddy, poo poo, poopy poo, F**king poopy”... what???? blank stares and astonished eye exchanges between Jeff and I ... where did this come from? ... “Don’t react”, I say to Jeff, who stifles fits of giggles and cues Kai up again, “f**king poopy, poopy, poopers”... whaaatttt????
I am speechless!!
Jeff is laughing, Connor is all smiles (encouraging Kai further) and Kai is visibly proud of his ability to shock and thrill us!
At this point I’m about to crack myself. My head cold has taken over, head is pounding, nose running, and Kai is cursing and demanding some sort of disciplinary action and ...I’ve got nothing, no fuel left. What a meal! I am done! So I do what all excellent mothers do - I surrender! I absolve myself of all clean up duties, put Connor to bed and retire myself – it’s 8:30pm and I surrender.
Its official I’ve cracked!