Liam got mad at me at dinner tonight. He has a kite that he tried to fly this afternoon, but the maiden flight didn’t go far due to lack of wind. I told him he could try again after school tomorrow, and he insisted it had to be tonight. I tried to explain that there was still no wind, but he seemed sure I could make the wind blow for him. I tried to explain that I’m not in charge of the weather, and this is not how the world works, but he seemed sure that I was and it is.
I tried to end the conversation, but Liam got it back to the wind, and kept asking for “just a gentle breeze!” Finally, after much whining and complaining and “Pleeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzzzzz”-ing, he exploded in anger.
Liam: “If you don’t let me fly it I’m going to make a big volcano erupt toys all over the living room floor! And you don’t like messes!”
With a resounding “Hmph!!” he crossed his arms and stood up straight. His eyes dared me to deny him his desires.
He was so cute, and I’m still patting myself on the back for not grinning and running for the camera.
Finally, I reached out and hugged him, and he whispered, “When do I get to be an adult and make all the decisions about how the world should work according to Liam’s Rules?”
I haven’t had the heart to tell him that this is not the way the world works, either.
Growing up is not for the faint of heart.
Oooh, I would have wanted to grab the camera, too!
Your cute story reminds me of a Sid The Science Kid episode. He wants to be a weatherman because he believes they get to decide what the weather will be.