Rhett(4) is
passionate about his opinions.
The only problem that seems to be popping up lately is that he isn’t always SURE what that opinion is.
Once he decides, he defends it to the end.
For awhile he would seek
opinion assistance…
Mommy, which do you think I should choose?
And then he found the solution to
independent decision making –
eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
When you think about it,
eeny, meeny, miny, moe is GENIUS.
Should I have cherry or vanilla yogurt for breakfast?
eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
Should I play Legos or my DS first?
eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
Which brother should I hit with this Nerf weapon?
eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
Rhett’s life changed dramatically. He was no longer indecisive. He lived by the
power of the eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
We were at a department store finding a few last summer clothes for the boys. Rhett was faced with whether he wanted the gray or dark blue
Paul Frank monkey shirt. He didn’t even pause. He threw the shirts onto the floor
hangars and all and sat down in front of them…
eeny, meeny, miny, moe!
Gray it is.
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe was the final authority.
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe was never questioned.
Until tonight.
I didn’t realize what was happening at first or I would have put an immediate
stop to it. The boys were sitting on bar stools at the kitchen counter eating their dinner. There was chatter, laughter, the occasional scream of pain and they were all chanting
eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
Followed by Ryan saying, “
SEE!”
Another chant of
eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
Followed by Ryan saying, “
I told you it would be Reid.”
Yes, Ryan clued the younger boys into the fact that
eeny, meeny, miny, moe can be predicted with 100% certainty.
The result is predestined from the initial
eeny.
At first Rhett didn’t believe him.
And then there were tears and a big,
“NO!”
And this is why we are saving money for Rhett’s inevitable need for therapy. First Ryan took away Santa, and now he has removed
eeny, meeny, miny, moe as Rhett’s final answer.
Wait, it’s fixed. Well I never.
That Ryan sounds like a piece of work! 😉 Admittedly, I was the oldest and I do have fond memories of terrorizing my younger siblings. Whether it was my sister and I locking my brother in a closet and making ghost noises and not letting him out until he promised not to tell on us or teasing the youngest about his love for Mr. Rogers–yeah, good times, good times.
I do remember older kids on the bus spoiling the Santa myth for my younger (4.5 years) brother. He was so upset. He turned to me and asked if it was true. I was in sixth grade. “I believe in him,” I told him.
I think that makes up for the ghost noises, don’t you?
I really wish I’d never read this. I had no idea that the first “eeny” would always be the winner and now I have to seriously reconsider my decision-making strategy. Thanks a LOT, Ryan.
He’s the ultimate “spoiler” isn’t he? Next he’s gonna tell him how “The Sixth Sense” ended. (please, don’t let him do that someday. That would be just WRONG.) 😉
Happy Mother’s Day!!
That made me laugh…a lot!
sounds like my brothers in their younger years.
my 5 yo is in the opinion assisted category and
our 6 yo is in the independent decision making
category..
hmm..didn’t get the chance to read your Fierce
Beaver Trap post..heading over to read it now:)
Happy Mother’s Day!!
I think WeaselMomma’s on the right track. 🙂
My middle child is indecisive, too. We do the “hands behind the back trick” when she needs to decide. I hold the 2 objects behind my back, she chooses one hand, and when she sees what was in that hand, ultimately chooses whatever was in my other hand. Works every time. Go figure.
I believe Ryan has secret plans for world domination by the time he is 13.
And I hadn’t read the Fierce Beaver Trapper Story before.
Just to clarify, are you the Fierce Trapper of Beavers or are you Trapping Fierce Beavers?
These sorts of things are important to me.
I hate when they can’t decide how they feel about something. I kinda get that a lot from my youngest. Will it please please go away.
Teach him 1 potato, 2 potato and see how long it takes the boys to do the math.
Ahh nothing like older siblings to drive you mad.
Of course, younger siblings can do that too. That’s what happened to me…