Friday, January 6, 2012

One of Those Obnoxious Parenting Stories

Now that Aidan is in the big-boy room at school (read: no longer in the infant room), we have a new dropoff routine. There are two classrooms for his age side by side.  His teacher doesn't actually start work until 15-20 minutes after I drop off, so our new morning routine is that we go into his classroom, take off his coat, hang it up in his cubby, then walk next door and play in the other classroom with that teacher.  Then when his teacher gets in she picks him up. About a half-hour after I drop him off, once he's back in his own classroom, they have breakfast.  It's good food, too.  Pancakes, waffles, french toast, something like that, along with a fruit and milk, usually.

So this morning we went in, took off his coat, and as I was trying to get it hung up, I had my back turned to him. (Mind you we were the only two people in the classroom.) When I turned back toward him, he had marched over to the wall where they keep the little plastic chairs. He took one off the top of the stack, put it on the floor, pushed it over to the little table where they eat their meals. He climbed in it, looked around for a minute, looked at the table in front of him, looked around the room again, looked at the (offensively empty) spot on the table in front of him, and gave me a look that I can only describe as, "dude... where are the pancakes?!?!"

Oh, I could have died.  I don't think he appreciated how hard I laughed at him, but this may have been the cutest thing I have ever seen.  No discussion, no asking permission (which normally comes in the form of pointing at something and going "eh? eh?"), nothing.

He just took charge.

Because for crying out loud, what's a toddler gotta do to get some pancakes around here?!

Yup. That's my boy.