Well, we experienced our first major "oh dear" this week in parenting. Those of you that know Hunter are keenly aware of his...how should I put this...intense behavior.
Competitive-yes. Type A-oh yeah. Focused-absolutely. Easily swayed by others-not so much. Leader-usually. Strong sense of Justice-second only to...well...probably God.
Being that he is the younger brother of a relatively popular girl at school, Hunter enjoys the pleasure of playing with the older boys at school during recess. Given his apparent natural ability in sports, the boys generally welcome him to the game.
Great you think...Yeah not so much. Especially with the tween behavior that the girls in fourth grade display at a moments notice, and Hunter's absolute impatience with the interruption this creates in the lunch time football game. Hunter is down to business. Girls are ridiculous and annoying. The fourth grade boys, however, don't mind the interruption.
Hunter is quite sure the boys have lost their minds when they T the game (For those of unfamiliar with T that's short for Time Out) for the annoying girls interrupting the game. This occurred, as far as he was concerned one too many times this week. So to grab attention, my precious, innocent, little baby boy dropped a new catch phrase to end the madness.
Oh he grabbed attention alright. Undivided attention from Dad. Amazingly none of the students in the game were phased by the phrase. They were essentially unmoved. We learned of the tragic episode via his honest little broken heart. Thank God for that, but Mommy is still in horrified shock. I can't handle the truth.
Protected: Everybody’s daughter and her loss.
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