There’s a funny video going around the interwebs right now, about a little boy reacting to his parents’ audacity to give him BOOKS for Christmas. “Those aren’t toys!” he screams. It’s kind of funny, and kind of sad.
I have a three year old, though, one who walked into the living room a few weeks ago, put his hands on his hips, and said, “Mommy. This kitchen is a mess. You better clean it up. Right. Now.”
So, yeah, I know you can’t control what comes out of their mouths.
Here’s the video, in case you haven’t seen it:
Commenting has been disabled from the video, probably because of ignorant people bashing the parents.
But you know what? I feel for them. Two years ago, when Nick was about 18 months old, we bought him Kota the Dinosaur. Do you remember seeing this thing? It’s huge, about three feet tall at the shoulder. It doesn’t walk, but he roars like a dinosaur, and he has sensors all over, so when you pet him, he preens, and you can feed him his leaves, and when you bounce on his back, he plays songs. Yes, it cost a frigging fortune. Michael and I were so excited that it was the first year we could get Nick something like that for Christmas. He’s a little boy! He loved the Jane Yolen How Do Dinosaurs Say I Love You books! How could he not like Kota??
Well, here’s his reaction:
And still, two years later, he won’t approach that thing.
Anyone want a dinosaur for Christmas? Never used…