It is Picture Day at Nik’s school today.
I started preparing him for it yesterday, and telling him that he would wear a special shirt today. He was fine, and agreed to say cheese and smile for the camera.
This morning, I tried getting him in that special shirt I picked out, and he wanted nothing to do with it. “I want the tyrannosaurus shirt!” Well, even if I wanted to give in, I couldn’t, because that shirt was in the wash.
So then during breakfast he was very mopey…when I would look at him he would make a point of turning his head away and pouting. Finally, I asked him what the matter was and he said: “I’m sad, mom. I don’t want to wear this shirt. I don’t like this shirt.”
Me: “But its just like the ones Daddy wears when he plays golf. Don’t you want to look like Daddy?”
Nik: “Yeah. But I don’t like this shirt. I not smile for Ms. D. I not go to picture day at my school.”
And on and on.
Finally, I went and got another shirt that I could live with and brought it over to him. He gladly whipped off the offending shirt and wore the other one.
And then got very solicitous and asked me: “Are you drinking your coffee, mom? Is is just so yummy? Are you eating your waffles, mom? Take another bite!”