Last night when I told the boys it was bed time, Sam was protesting a little more than usual. Instead of the normal fit he throws, he started streaming in a high pitched tone that nearly popped my eardrums!
"What is your problem?" I asked him, fists planted firmly on my hips as I looked down at his disgruntled face.
"Go bye-bye in car!" He told me.
"No, we are NOT going in the car because it is bed time," I told him.
"Go bye-bye car see Icky Louse!" He screamed at me.
That was a new one. Who the heck was Icky Louse? Didn't sound like a desirable friend to have, let alone visit.
"Who is that?" I asked.
"ICKY LOUSE!!!!" He yelled at me, his face red with anger.
"We aren't going anywhere. BED TIME!" I said. I grabbed his hand and started herding him to the bed room. The whole time he was crying for this imaginary person named Icky Louse. I just rolled my eyes. But he broke away from me and ran into the front room. When I caught up with him he was holding one of his DVD's. Great! Now he was going to demand a movie too. Would you like popcorn with that, your highness? Maybe your friend Icky Louse would like to come watch it with you?
Then he pointed to cover and said, "Icky Louse!!!"
I have been priming the boys for when Ben comes home. Been trying really hard to get them pumped for our first ever family trip... to Disneyland... That's right. Sam was pointing at his "Mickey Mouse" club house DVD.
Well, at least he understood... Because he wanted to go right that moment! He wanted to hop in the car and go to "Mickey Mouse's" house.
How do you explain to a kid like Sam that Disneyland was just going to have to wait another month? No worries little man, Icky Louse will still be at Disneyland when we get there!