Bobonics*

Bo got a lizard book at the library and was perusing it at the kitchen table while I was making dinner. Perusing quickly turned into, "I want I want I want". Which is altogether very annoying.

But I am nothing, if not a patient and nearly perfect mother. I explained that I still washed his hair, cleaned up his toys, made his dinner, drove him places, washed his clothes, etc. I did not want another "thing" to take care of, and until he was a little older and had more responsibilities that I don't have to nag him about (read: never) he can get a pet.

Of course, that wasn't good enough. Duh.

The "conversation" went back and forth like this for ten minutes. He desperately wanted a fat tailed lizohd and I showed amazing self-restraint by not flicking him with the wooden spoon I was using to stir the pasta sauce. Dried cheese in a pouch is still considered "pasta sauce", right?

Finally I had had enough and I said, "Bo, you are not getting a pet, I'm not going to keep having this conversation, you need to drop it. Drop it right now."

As I said these words I realized they sounded a little harsh for my preshy. And that I had never used the phrase "drop it" with him.

He looked up at me with a quick grin and giggled, "Drop it like a baby giraffe being born?"

I could not believe he came up with this on his own. But he did. He learned about how baby giraffes are born (uh, I got a clear idea based on his very clever simile, but had never thought about it before and definitely wasn't familiar with the basics) and me saying "drop it", naturally brought that to mind.

* I would like to give credit where credit is due, my sister "S" came up with that clever word. Everyone around me is so clever. I'm just a look alike ma'am.