This past week has been a bit challenging. See, we have this seven year old boy that has been forgetting a lot of the rules around this place. You know, don't lie, don't hit your brother, you don't get to tell your mom or dad "no" when asked/told to do something. Nor do you get to make a barbaric grunt and huff off when told to go clean your room or wash your hands. Seriously. I have no idea what is going on. The kid is so smart, but man!
This brings me to this evening. It was a baseball practice night. I read the schedule wrong thinking that he had practice at 6:00. So, Mike and Colton took off and then Brett and I were going to walk there since it was so nice out and heck, I could use the physical activity. Well, I get a call at 5:50 by my dear husband asking if I read the schedule correctly. What? Of course I did! Well, turns out I didn't. He didn't practice until 7:15. I felt just a little bad since I rushed everybody through dinner, but whatever. I make a deal with Mike and I end up bringing both boys to practice because of a couple factors with one main one being that Mike had about had it up to here with Colton's antics for the day.
At 7:00 we leave the house. Get a mile down the road and Colton realizes he forgot his hat. It's sunny out and a hat is pretty much a neccessity. The following conversation occurs:
Me: Seriously Colton, you are 7 years old - you know what you need for baseball practice, that is your responsibility. (Now if you didn't read that in an annoyed voice with a hint of anger to it, go back and reread it that way to get the full effect.)
Colton: Geez Mom. Sorry. Um, I think my hat is in dad's truck.
Me: Well you have 206 other hats, run inside grab the first one you see and let's go.
Colton: Will you?
Me: Thinking silently - are you freaking nuts kid? Said out loud - No, you are the one who forgot it, you go in and get it.
Colton got a hat and we were off. I start driving to the field that they have practiced at for the past 4 weeks knowing earlier that they were at a different field tonight. We get close to said field and the conversation picks back up:
Colton: Uh mom, we're not at this field tonight.
Me: Oh, that's right. I totally forgot.
Colton: You know, you shouldn't get mad at people for forgetting things.
Me: What do you mean?
Colton: You got mad at me for forgetting my hat and I'm not mad at you for forgetting what field I'm supposed to be at.
And to that I say....touche my dear child. Touche.