Saturday, April 7, 2007

You Live For the Fight When It's All That You've Got

I was feeling extra maternal as I tucked Shef, super sleepy and cuddly, into bed last night. "Oh, Shef, you’re just a great kid," I said.

"No, I'm not," he said earnestly, "I’m bad."

"You’re not bad," I said, arm around his neck.

"Yes, I am," he insisted. "I’m bad."

"Well, I think you’re a good kid."

Then, with a smirk: "You’re not my friend."

Lucky for me, my friend Molly provided me with a completely slick response to this statement: "You’re right Shef; I’m your mom."

Shef, unrelenting: "You’re not my friend."

Me, unfazed and proud of it: "Well, good night, Shef. I love you very much."

Shef, full of mirth: "I don’t love you."

Me, determined: "I love you though." And then I made a hasty retreat, to a chorus of "I don’t love you," repeated over and over as I walked down the stairs.


Undomestic said...

Ouch! Maybe he's hitting his rebellious stage early and will be a dream as an adolescent!?!? Maybe?

KC said...

he is quite rebellious. i suspect it will continue...

Rachel said...

I'm officially depressed about going back to school tomorrow. I'm bringing my Easter candy. It's my only hope.

mi said...

What is with this age? I get the exact same thing here. Sheesh!!