I don’t know about your four-year-old, but mine is mature and independent beyond his years and super unhelpful around the house. Quite frankly, he’s ah-mazing. Like some kind of whiz kid. He should be on the “Ellen DeGeneres Show” with all of his awesomeness. Seriously. My parenting work here is done.
My dad has always tried instill in me the value of reading the local newspaper wherever I live. Tried is the key word. Actually, despite the fact that I (literally) drive over my local newspaper almost every morning as I back out of the driveway, I am a bit of a news junkie. It’s just that I get most of my news from the telly and the Internets. So, Dad, you succeeded…sort of. But, here’s some excellent news for the future generations of your bloodline, your grandson absolutely loves to read the newspaper.
Every day.
In every room.
Every. Day. In. Every. Room.
Even more impressive, this kid goes through the mail daily. Unlike his Silly Mama (me), who let’s the mail pile grow so big that it comes alive and asks for snacks and the iciest water ever…in a red cup…with a straw…but not a blue straw, this kid really knows how to prevent the producers from “Hoarding: Buried Alive” from knocking at the door.
He knows how to prevent a mail mess with a capital “M.”
Listen, I know you Mamas get requests from school all the time to send in Box Tops labels. It’s such a chore, isn’t it? Well, my four-year-old is like a personal assistant when it comes to cutting out those little pink squares.
I mean, look at this. I don’t have to do anything.
Box Tops: CHECK!
Finally, I, too, thought it was an excellent idea to completely transplant the pantry to the dining room table.
This project was long overdue. Where would I be without this super kid giving me the kick in the pants I need just when I need it most.
I don’t mean to brag, but my four-year-old has got it going on.
p.s. Yes, I’m in the house when these, er, projects take place. I’m either emptying the dishwasher, searching for missing Lego pieces, or reading parenting blogs about how to prevent my kids from trashing the house.
Is your four-year-old as messy remarkable as mine?
The Runaway Mama by Jen Gregory 