Every kid at some point in their life says that they are "running away" or "leaving."
Tage has said it before, but last night when he announced that he "was leaving" I couldn't help but to laugh.
After being in his room for just a little while hearing him scream, I walked into this pile of....
a pillow
2 blankets
his backpack
basketball shoes
football jersey
light saver
cardboard tube
I seriously started laughing
Mom: what's this pile on the floor was for
Tage: I'm running away
Mom: where are you going?
Tage: to Bridger's (cousins) house
Mom: that's a long ways away, how are you going to get there?
Tage: walk
Mom: that's a long walk
Tage: I don't care
Mom: ok
I left and then after a few minutes went back in when Tyson was talking to him
Mom: so are you still leaving
Tage: yes
Mom: well,we are going to miss you
Tage: you can come if you want, Dad said that he is coming
Mom: but I don't want to move, what about our house here?
Tage: I hate it.
then he began to hate everything in site and just wanted "to leave"
I got him downstairs to eat dinner (pizza that he made). He was still cranky. In the middle of dinner somehow we made him mad again (surprise, surprise, I think that I was laughing at him still and he didn't like that I was doing that) and he got away from the table announcing again that "he's leaving." He made it halfway up the stairs, then turned around and came back to the table, sat down and said, "I'm leaving after I eat my pizza." I tried so hard not to laugh.
Bedtime.
Mom: Ok Tage, put away this pile
Tage: but I'm still leaving in the morning
Mom: Ok, well put the stuff away and then you can get it back out tomorrow. I want your room clean before you go to bed.
This morning, happy as a clam and doesn't mention once about leaving.
Kids, got to love them.
Love you Tage, I'm glad that you decided to stay.