Late afternoons and early evenings on Sundays are fraught at best at our house. We’ve all been together for 48 hours straight and are pretty darn tired of each other. This Sunday was no different. Little Miss was Mega Cranky due to her failure to take a nap. Rex was hyper from having spent a good hour and a half at our neighbor’s house playing with their
different far cooler toys and three boys. He was not pleased to be told that it was time to come home.
While I was giving Little Miss her nightcap bottle, Mr. X was finishing up dinner with Rex. I heard the usual chatter and occasional falsetto singing that Rex swears is really him making the sound of a siren. And then I heard the Whining Wail, unleashed by Rex in response to a fairly reasonable request that for whatever reason just rubs him the wrong way because he’s 3 1/2 and everything is drama. I knew then that Daddy had drawn a line in the sand on the very hill that Rex had chosen to die on. Turns out it was Burrito Hill.
I asked Little Miss what could have possibly caused the conflict. She had no opinion, she was busy sucking away on her bottle. So, I took her with me into the kitchen and there was Rex in his booster seat, tears streaming down his adorable cheeks and Mr. X sitting across the table from him.
Mr. X had made the very reasonable request that Rex finish his burrito before he could have his two requisite pieces of Halloween candy. Rex, eyes solely on the prize, did not like the idea of having to eat any more of his burrito. Given the limited logic skills of a 3 1/2 year old, he and Mr. X continued to have the same argument over and over again.
“I want my treaaaaaaaaaaaatts!” wailed Rex.
“You can have your treats after you finish your burrito. You have maybe 5 bites left.” said Mr. X.
“But, I want my treaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaats!” wailed Rex even louder.
“Like I said, you can have your treats after you finish your burrito.” said Mr. X.
And around and around the merry-go-round they went. We’ve lived with a 3 year old long enough now to know that it is completely normal for him to spend more time moaning, crying and wailing about doing something in order to get a treat instead of actually doing the thing. We also know that he is extremely stubborn and persistent in getting what he wants, despite the “obstacles” that we put up in his way.
I left them to their sparring knowing that I couldn’t help the situation and they had to work it out. Sure enough, Rex ate enough of his burrito that Mr. X gave him one piece of his candy. The Battle of Burrito Hill ended with a whimper and Snickers, not a bang.