Don’t let the big smile in this picture fool you. He was epically pissed about 5 minutes before followed by 10 minutes of happy, then another 10 in timeout.
This age Kendall is at lends itself to a lot of extremes: extreme moods, extreme likes, extreme DISLIKES, all subject to a 180 at ANY MOMENT. There is very little “middle of the road” with him.
Among the many things that 3-going-on4-year-olds are hot and cold about, literalism is possibly the funniest. They are either lost in their imagination and fully expect you to buy into and believe that they are a sword-toting bullfrog from a spooky bog, or they balk at your suggestion that they imagine to be anything or anywhere other than what is plainly true. Again, all subject to a 180 at ANY MOMENT.
“Momma, today I was a blue Power Ranger, and Kyle was the red one, and we played with yellow samurizers!” Kendall told me as he described his school day.
“Oh yeah? How fun! Who else did you play with?” I asked, hoping to encourage the conversation as we laid in the quiet dark of his room before bedtime.
“Sierra,” he replied.
“Ooh! And what was she? A pink Power Ranger?” It seemed a logical follow up question.
“No…. she is just a TALKING GIRL, mom,” he said in a tone that made it obvious, even in the dark, that he was rolling his eyes at me.
After I gave him a good night kiss and tucked him in, I whispered, “Good night, blue Power Ranger.”
To which he replied, “MOM, I am a TALKING BOY,” and sighed as he rolled over.
“Right… okay then” I laughed as I left the room.
Kendall is about one month shy of FOUR.. I can’t believe it.