Isaac-isms III (I Think)

The last week or so has been insanely full of whiney, sassy and just plain hilarious three-year-old comments. Sometimes I think that I should discipline him more for some of the things that he says these days, but it's really hard to punish him when I laughing so hard I'm crying.

Exhibit A:

Isaac hadn't gotten to play Wii Golf with Luke in a few days and it's one of their favorite things to do together. Unfortunately, Luke was getting home from work too late for Isaac to get to play with him. I'd already promised him that he could play so I offered to play with him instead when he says, "...but Moooooooooom! You're TERRIBLE at Wii golf!"

Normally, I don't like being told I'm not good at something. Maybe it's my overly competitive nature. Maybe it's the constant feeling of having to prove myself. Maybe it was the fact that a 3 year old just put me in my place. Whatever it was, I wanted to argue... but I couldn't. I couldn't be hurt by it because as (unintentionally) mean and insulting the comment was, it was 100% true. I suck at Wii golf. The game usually makes me forfeit before I get the stupid ball in the stupid hole. Whatever the case, he was right. We played anyway, and yes, he won... by seven strokes over three holes.

Exhibit B:

After putting Isaac in bed, he decided that he needed to wear his PJs. This kid hasn't worn pajamas in over a year. If he can not be wearing clothes, that's the way he likes it. Lately, he's been wanting to put his jammies on, but usually after he's already in bed most likely as a way to stall going to sleep.

I go into his room because he'd turned the light back on and I find him struggling to get his second foot into the pajamas. It's twisted and the harder he pulls, the worse it gets. So I grab them and untwist the leg of the PJs and guide his foot into the PJs. The whole time he's whining "Nooooooo! I can do it MYSELF!!! NO DON'T HELP ME!!!"

He gets to the last plea for me to let him do it himself and it goes a little something like this... still whining, "MoooOOOooommmm, I said  I can do it myself! ...*looks up with a smirk***...wow, I'm a major.... whiny-pants! *bursts into laughter*"

How can you still be frustrated when your kid calls himself out on his incessant and completely annoying whining? You can't. You have to laugh, kiss him goodnight and walk out in a better mood than when you walked in.


I'm sure there are many more examples, but these two just happened tonight so they're fresh in my mind. So now, I sit here waiting for Isaac to come out to beg me to let him watch "my shows" with me (just did and was sent back to bed) to prolong bedtime even more. Now it's time to bust out the brownies and ice cream because this mom knows how to party when the kids are asleep.