Every Monday at Zeke's school, they do show-and-tell. Of course, we didn't even know about it for the first few weeks, then it would hit me on Wednesday that I had forgotten about show-and-tell, then I finally started remembering.
I'm not as dumb as I look, people. You give me a task and I'll figure it out eventually.
Last week, I asked Zeke what he wanted to take to school for show-and-tell. He picked out one of his whiz-bang trucks that has flashing lights and makes noise. I put it in the car when we loaded up to head to school on Monday morning.
But given that living with him these days is like living with a 14-year-old girl, with the mood swings and the totally irrational reaction to everything, when we got to school and I grabbed the truck to take inside, he yelled, "NOOOOOOO!"
"What?" I said. "I thought you wanted to take your truck for show-and-tell."
"I don't want it. I DON'T WANT IT!"
Heavy sigh from me. "Well, is there something else you want to take? Your dinosaur is here in the car, do you want to take that instead?"
"NOOOO! I DON'T WANT TO TAKE ANYTHING!!"
"Jeez, you don't need to yell. I don't care if you take anything or not. But are you sure you don't want me to just give the truck to your teacher in case you change your mind?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Put it back!"
"Oh, for God's sake. Fine."
So I left it in the car.
Turns out he had other plans.
Another charming characteristic of being three is the total obsession with all things poop-, pee-, booty-, booby-, and other body-part-related. So when it was time for show-and-tell, Zeke decided that that thing to do would be to show everyone his underpants. I guess they do a scheduled bathroom break before show-and-tell, so he went into the bathroom, took off his underwear, put his pants back on, and then took his undies out to show everyone.
I was telling a co-worker about this and she remarked that he's obviously really smart because his actions showed a level of planning and thinking ahead that is advanced for his age.
Great.
I laughed so hard at this. Then I read it to Doug and we both laughed so hard. Then Nate came in to see what all the fuss was about.
ReplyDeleteWe think Zeke's got game.