Today is silly hat day at school so, of course, my son had a very specific idea of what his silly hat absolutely had to look like. So as we are headed out the door to Grandma's house last night, my son decides to get me geared up for Pre-K Project Runway and I start to get a little impatient..... Because we already late for dinner and my son, in true Man Fashion, has chosen NOW to get his hat done.
So I resign, mostly fueled by curiosity and relying on my negotiating skills. We got the hat picked out pretty quickly - we don't have many to choose from..... We aren't really "hat" people. Next comes the tricky step. I was informed that it needed balloons. Of course, blowing up balloons takes forever, plus I'm envisioning a giant WWF smack down forming between the boys, contesting for said balloons, plus the inevitable meltdown that will ensue when the Baby doesn't win. So..... I start to wheel and deal..... Could it be a stuffed animal? No. What about some action figures.... That would be silly, right? No. Ok, what about some streamers ? Nope. Come on, Mom, it HAS to be balloons.
I'm not even sure I have any! Ugh. Throwing my hands up, I'm mid-breath in my explanation of how my balloons have probably disappeared into the Wild Kid Yonder ..... Aka The Mom Brain Vortex.... And he sweetly and silently goes into my bedroom, and returns with exactly 5 balloons. "Four for me, one for Finny."
Nice.
Next time, I'll know who to ask when I lose my iPad again. Or my keys. Or my coffee cup. Or my brain. Yikes.
Of course, they are the balloons that take superman breath to blow up because their necks are so minuscule ..... So I huff and puff my way to Silly Hat Toddler Bliss. And
even Finny gets his very own balloon..... Which he treated like a whoopee cushion and promptly sat on and popped. Don't even get me started on how he knows what a whoopee cushion is.
even Finny gets his very own balloon..... Which he treated like a whoopee cushion and promptly sat on and popped. Don't even get me started on how he knows what a whoopee cushion is.
Next, he unveils his specifications on where and how the balloons are to be tied on. It's
a very tedious process trying to please a four yr old with a vision. And viola, the hat is done, just as the Baby melts down about his popped balloon and just in time for me to snatch up the balloon pieces before he stuffs the in his mouth and bites me.
a very tedious process trying to please a four yr old with a vision. And viola, the hat is done, just as the Baby melts down about his popped balloon and just in time for me to snatch up the balloon pieces before he stuffs the in his mouth and bites me.
So as my swaggering child heads off to his school this morning, I have to say, I was pretty proud of his ingenuity, as he turned heads this morning. He was the envy of the school. I foresee more balloon hats in the Silly Hat days of the Future. Way to go, little trend setter. My hat's off to you, Big Guy.
