Monday, September 13, 2010

A Little Adult

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.


SciFi Dad said...

We get similar feedback (although not from teachers) about our daughter, but not for her rule following so much as her language. She uses "big words" properly, and talking to her is a lot like talking to an adult. (Interestingly, when I was in Kindergarten, the VP called me "the little professor" for the same reason.)

Daddy Geek Boy said...

SciFi...The Bean isn't like your daughter in that respect. I don't think anyone's calling him adult-like from interacting with him on a daily basis. Just his teachers, I guess.

ZenMom said...

My 6yo is my "stickler" - the one who is all about logic and rules and categorization (when it's in his best interest, at least). And his younger brother is the dizzying whirlwind of chaos.

My own mother says that I (the oldest) and my younger brother were the same way. That I was "5 going on 50" and he was the wild child.

I'm starting to wonder if those "birth order" personality types don't have something to them.

Daddy Geek Boy said...

Zen...Dizzying whirlwind of chaos is my fave new phrase.

Didactic Pirate said...

We could use an Enforcer like that in our house. Ever rent him out?

Daddy Geek Boy said...

Pirate...Yeah. He's amazingly affordable.