Tryant King, II

Remember how I used to describe this adorable little boy as the tyrant king?  His charming smile

and his big blue eyes framed by the world’s longest eyelashes almost made you forget that he was ruling with an iron fist.   Well, fortunately that little boy still has that smile and those amazing eyes, but he eventually accepted his place as a faithful, loyal subject to the one who dethroned him –

Tyrant King, II

 

Don’t be fooled by TKII’s big, soft brown eyes, and his chubby little man hands, or his rolly-poly-ness, or the way he smiles with his whole body.   Also, don’t fall for his sweetest little “Tank you, Mama”.   It’s all a part of his plan for total world domination.  He does not mess around.  And, for an aspiring world conqueror you’d be surprised at his attention to detail, some would even say his managing style is that of a micro-manager.  For instance he insists on wearing shoes all the time, but not just for him, I have to wear shoes, ALL the time.  He brings them to me and struggles to get them on for me.  I usually oblige him but then as soon as he’s not looking I sneakily slip them off.  This does not get past him – ever.   When I’m on the phone he repeats, “Ah kalk” (I talk) over and over again until I let him.  Once he has the phone he’s all laughter and smiles. 

Anytime he finds a ball of any kind you better be ready to be receiving that ball.  If you hear a little voice saying “Hie, hie” (hike, hike) you can plan on a football hitting you upside the head if you weren’t watching.  If he finds a basketball and starts saying “shoot!, Shoot” just drop whatever you’re doing and take him outside to the basketball hoop. 

All day long he says “a piece” knowing surely somewhere there’s a piece of gum or candy that someone is holding out on him. If he catches someone eating something he feels he should definitely be a part of he says, “Ah hum” (I want some).   If he can’t get someone to produce a piece of something to his satisfaction he then starts on a campaign for an “ahhh pop” (otter pop).

Today he found  a sample can of baby formula (maybe time to clean out the pantry) and pitched a fit for about 20 minutes because I wouldn’t open the can.

Oh, and when he’s going down for a nap or bedtime, he does so under major protest until he’s gotten a hug and kiss from every single member of the family.

It’s not that he is trying to be a tryant king, it’s just that he has an opinion about everything.  The saddest part is that he probably won’t be dethroned in the natural order of younger siblings, and his older siblings are putty in his hands -  which leaves it to me and Brennan.  Long live Tryant King, II!