The start of school could not have come soon enough. WonderWife™ used up the last of her patience about two weeks ago. The Bean hasn't made it easy on her. Three months of lack of structure have made him difficult at best.
I left my smiling wife and took the Bean to his first day of pre-K. I introduced myself to his teacher, who said, "I'm so happy to have the Bean in my class this year. It's like having a little adult."
I knew exactly what she meant. The Bean has always been a stickler for the rules--at least the rules that other people should be following. He gets really upset when he sees somebody riding a bike without a helmet. This means the Bean often tries to be the third parent in our house, telling Sprout what she can and can't do or how many bites of food she needs to eat before she gets fruit.
A few years ago, he learned saying that you hate somebody or something is bad. So now we can't ever use the word without him saying, "You said 'hate'!" So goes the phrase, "I hate to tell you..." There are times when I'm saying something to Sprout like, "Okay, you need to put on your shirt" and from the other room I hear the Bean shouting, "You said 'hate'!"
It drives WonderWife™ and me a little batty. Although the Bean wants others to respect the rules, he doesn't seem to mind breaking them for his own benefit.
Maybe he's got a future in politics.