So last Friday my sister and I took care of our neighbors 5 yr old for a few hours. His name is Kyle and he is really adorable. However the time I spent watching him has not changed my mind about children. And I still find them annoying and can’t see myself having any. Unless you can guarantee that they will come out as well behaved children.
Kyle started off shy and quiet then progressed to talking a mile a min. He then showed off his pet turtle and explained how his older brother Nick was really mean to him. I then reassured him and said that is just how older siblings are. And before I knew it, Kyle was no longer shy and quickly became hyper. Watching Kyle wasn’t difficult, it was just really exhausting. I kept wondering if he was a little girl would it have been easier? I imagined she would have wanted to play dress up and tea party or give me make over. Of course I’m sure picking out a dvd for her to watch would have kept her quiet and happy. With little boys however, they have no attention span. They have to be doing something and get bored so easily. I have no problem playing games and pretending to get hit by pretend bullets and Kat and I played dead on cue yet he had no mercy and thought it was necessary to hit us with his taped up plastic gun. What is it with little boys and hitting? Do they not understand that if you hit someone with a toy gun it does hurt? -.- After killing us he picked a dvd to watch, which I thought would keep him distracted for awhile. I was wrong. He was quickly distracted by his toys and kept taking out different toy cars to show us and expected us to admire them. We oohed and awed to keep him happy but then that wasn’t enough. So he thought jumping on my back was fun, it wasn’t like he weighed a ton. But I’d really rather not have a monkey child jumping on my back. I played it off and would swing back and forth to make him laugh then i started tickling him. He started laughing uncontrollably and then said that if I continued to tickle him he would start crying. -.- I told him that if he did that again I would tickle again. He stopped. Another thing he did to pass the time was taking items that weren’t his, such as Kat’s cell phone, glasses and her right sock. He would run off with it and we would run after him, I think the trick is to appear uninterested and he will return it. But we didn’t want to risk the chances of him hiding Kat’s things. He locked himself in his parents room for a few seconds and finally I threatened to call his mom. We went back to his room to catch the ending of the movie. I had hope the movie would have done a better job at entertaining him. But it didn’t. After the movie was over he took out racing tracks for his cars, and set them up in the living room. I was up first. I pushed the little green button that would push my car, and he won. Children love winning. Why is that? I mean I know winning is a nice feeling. But why does that matter at such a young age? He continued to win.
I continued to seem disappointed at my lost yet happy for his wins. All of a sudden his boxer Jeda (not sure on spelling) thought my lap looked comfortable and laid on top of me. What is it with large dogs thinking they are small lap dogs? I’m not a fan of large dogs nor small yippy yappy ones either but Jeda was a sweetie. So I let her lay on me while Kat started racing Kyle. Kat would win a race. Kyle would ask to trade cars. She would say no however Kyle took that as a yes and would do it anyway. With children you usually just let them get away with things because they don’t know any better. Kat didn’t like that Kyle thought it was ok to cheat. I told Kat don’t worry about it. Its just a game. And this just left Kat annoyed with Kyle. That made me laugh. They continued racing and Kat would go and get a new car. If she won he would switch their cars. I was up again and this time he put other cars and an alien figure on my track to prevent my car from winning. Clever little booger no? Finally Kyle got bored and we started another movie. He went to get milk and I told Kat to help him. He then turned and went back to his room, Kat asked him what was wrong and he answered with,”You’re gonna bring it to me.” I just started laughing. 5 years old and already used to women waiting on him. Of course he is a child so he has a good excuse. What excuses do grown men use? Kat just got more annoyed. But brought him the milk like I asked. She told him not to spill it. He said of course. Kat and I were so ready to go home. I don’t know how women can take care of children. But the women that raise little boys, are heroes in my book. I wish you good luck on raising a little boy Missy. But I have faith in you, because you are gonna make an amazing mother.
Today’s song is Woman by Wolfmother. I love playing this song on guitar hero.[audio:http://numb.honey-vanity.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/woman2.mp3]
