#210
Me: Do you know they have “princess” Lego?
Rockstar: I know. I hate that. We are never going to get that.
Me: How did you know they have “princess” Lego?
Rockstar: Newspaper I saw in school.
Me: The baby might want “princess” Lego.
Rockstar: I’ll teach her not to like it.
Me: What if she does, are you going to end up choosing everything she should like or not like? What about her friends?
Rockstar: I also choose your friends.
Me: No you don’t. You complain about (my friends whose kids he doesn’t like) but I see them anyway.
Rockstar: Why??
Me: Because I don’t consider “Her son is irr-a-tating” an acceptable reason why I can’t be friends with the mum. If all my friends’ sons had your attitude I might not have any friends left.
Rockstar: WHY can’t you have more friends. And I hate (friend’s son).
Me: Yeah, well, (friend’s son) hates you too.
Rockstar: Yeah! We hate each other! We’re never going to be friends. You should have other friends. Like (his two best friends’ at school)’s mums. <authoritatively, nodding encouragingly> They’re quite nice.
(When I could respond, I said, “I know they’re nice, but they also live very far away…” (which is actually true). We’ve agreed to playdate when our boys start at different catchment area Primary schools… )
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So Rockstar fairly often gets annoyed at our part time driver… And then…
Rockstar: Mum. Did you know Uncle said “Hi” to you when you came in to the car just now?
Me: Hmm? Oh sorry I didn’t mean to be rude, I didn’t hear it.
Few mins later…
Rockstar: Mum. Did you know Uncle said “Hi” to you when you came in to the car just now?
Me: Yes, but how weird is it for me to respond to that now, I didn’t hear just now. If you heard it why didn’t you respond?
Rockstar: You said not to talk to him.
Me: I said not to fight with him.
Rockstar: I can’t talk to him without fighting with him.
Me: Ok fine don’t talk to him.
Rockstar: That’s what I said.
This conversation was in the presence of said driver. I found out recently that our “pat” (busybody) old local driver would “shoot” at Rockstar with his hands as imaginary guns, when he picks him up from school (btw he is the only adult around Rockstar who does that.) Then when Rockstar froths at the mouth, our driver would ask our (new and blur) helper to tell me how ill-behaved my son was that day.
That was when I stopped reminding Rockstar to wish “Uncle” good afternoon or say “thank you” each time we entered and exited the car. I still do it myself, but Rockstar is never encouraged to say anything at all to this guy. “Extenuating circumstances,” I explained – because “Uncle” doesn’t know how to lay off (and is aware enough of my displeasure to only do this when I’m not around – I know if I say anything, he’ll just deny it), don’t encourage him at all.
And so the Rockstar was forbidden to engage. Rockstar then recently came up with his own brainwave:
Rockstar: <politely> Mummy, did you see that? Uncle ran an orange light.
Me: Hmm? Sorry I wasn’t paying attention.
Rockstar: He just did it. The (traffic) light wasn’t green yet, and he drove anyway. I’ll show you when he does it again…….
Now, why didn’t I think of that?
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