Young Ladrinka and I just had a fight. Â I think it’s still in progress.
Because he had to practice his piano and he didn’t want to do it and I told him he HAD TO and then I turned away for a nanosecond and then I thought that the music sounded a little off and I turned around and he was playing the piano with HIS FEET. Â Which I guess is better than playing it with my feet, but still. Â So, I told him that I wanted him to play better, by which I mean, you know, with his hands, and he was all “IT’S NOT MY FAULT I’M NOT A MUSIC GENIUS.”
And then he made this sound which is like a combination of the the entire population at the Wailing Wall and a cat being neutered with only topical anesthesia, and ran to his room and said “I’m NEVER coming out of here, because you are so MEEEEEEAN.”
And I was all, “Fantastic! Enjoy your life as  recluse!”
And then, two minutes later, he came out of his room and announced that this is the only time in his life that he is coming out of his room because he wanted to give me a note, and he’s giving me the note because he’s not speaking to me. Â I had to bite my tongue really hard not to point out that he was talking to me at that very moment, because that’s the type of thing that gets you an UberMeanMom rep.
Anyway, here’s the note:
They’re supposed to go to the Mets game on Wednesday, as Young Ladrinka’s birthday present for his dad. Â (Clarification: Â The idea was the gift. Â He didn’t actually pay for the tickets. Â Please let me know if you’d like him to gift some idea for you on your special day!)
And now he’s taking it away!
Poor Husbandrinka!
Update: Â He’s out of the room. Â Because he was bored.
WILL HE AGREE TO SEE THE METS NEXT WEEK?
How do people live with this kind of uncertainty?
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hehehehehe….Young Ladrinka…such a smart feller. 🙂
And? Makes for good blog fodder. I can’t wait to have children someday so I can use them when I can think of nothing else!
This is worse than waiting to see who shot J.R.!!!
I wish my kids took it out on their dad when they were mad at me…
Twitter: kalisah
July 22, 2010 at 8:42 pm
Wow, how old is this lad? I can’t wait to see what kind of drama ensues when he gets to be a teenager!!
Twitter: mannahattamamma
July 22, 2010 at 8:51 pm
cracks me up. mostly because this entire afternoon my kids have been tag-teaming tantrums. A few months ago, Caleb had a whopper of a tantrum and left us a message written on the rug:
http://mannahattamamma.com/2010/03/how-do-you-punctuate-a-tantrum/
Sometimes I think maybe just getting several small poodles would have been a better idea than having kids. Poodles, lacking that whole opposable thumb thing, can’t write notes (on the rug or otherwise).
Twitter: goldengirlblogs
July 22, 2010 at 9:52 pm
i think your son and my son should get together and go play golf…or go to Chucky-Cheeses. they can both mewl over how awful their mamas are. poor things. it’s amazing they survive on a daily basis. have a blast at blogher, Marinka. i’m super-jello of everyone. lime jello. wish i could be there. take care.
Twitter: osnsmom
July 23, 2010 at 8:56 am
He does an excellent job at sulking. Very creative playing thr piano with his feet! I remember hating practicing the piano, but I never thought to use my feet.
My 5yo does the storming up to his room “I’m never coming out!” thing. So basically what you’re telling me is that I have years more of this. Fantastic.
In that case, I’m going to my room, and I’m never coming out.
I suggested a certain procedure about 5 years ago…..you wouldn’t even listen
That is an awesome note. Definitely one you can pull out with your ancient, arthritic hands when he has his own kids.
I am famous in our family for running away from home at the same age. But not before I had written in chalk on the doorstep
“I have run away from home. Back soon”.
I dunno. First, there’s Russian language lessons with mama and papa. Then, having to read books, and now you’re making him play the piano?
What do you want him to be when he grows up, woman, an EDUCATED MAN? Yuck.
He’s having a rough summer, isn’t he? Maybe he could read while sitting on the piano bench.
I’m calling Child Protective Services. You are obviously abusing that boy.
Wow. Good for you. I would have lost it with the feet on the piano bit.