Developing an attitude

The boy is developing quite a personality. He can be sweet who comes and kiss but he can be a holy terror who will stomp his feet, throw things and chuck a fit so hard that it ends up with him throwing up everywhere. But there is a funny side to all this.

His attitude has grown together with ability to speak so he really does say the darndest things. Which said by an older child would be construed as rude but at this point, we find it funny although we still tell him off for it.

Insolent thing Number 1:

Evan: Where is the Christmas tree?
Me: We kept it.
Evan: Mommy, Evan is upset with you.
Me: Why?
Evan: Mommy throw away Christmas tree.
Me: I didn't throw it away. We kept it because Christmas is over.
Evan: Evan upset with Mommy because Mommy throw away Christmas and Christmas tree.

Insolent thing Number 2:
We were baking muffins for their school teachers. Evan was being hauled off to wash his hands. And he was protesting.

Evan: No. Tita (Aunty) Jin don't wash Evan's hands.
Tita Jin: No, Mommy says you have to wash your hands.
Evan: Evan wash own hands. (Then adds more imperiously) Tita Jin GO!
Tita Jin: Go where?
Evan: Tita Jin, don't wash Evan's hands. Go bake Evan some muffins.
Mommy: Evan, you don't talk to Tita Jin like that.
Evan: Mommy don't scold Evan. Evan don't like Mommy scold.
Mommy: Say sorry to Tita
Evan: No. No sorry to Tita. Sorry Mommy.

He sure knows which side of the bread needs to be buttered.

Insolent thing Number 3:
We're getting ready to leave the house in the morning.

Mommy: Evan, please put away all your train tracks.
Evan: No. Tita Jin put away.
Mommy: No. You made the mess, you pick it all up!
Evan: OH MY GOD!
Mommy: Don't use God's name in vain. God won't like it.
Evan: Evan don't like pick up mess.

Together with the attitude, he's developed a stance. Loves a step so that he can pose himself on it with one foot up. Has also learnt to do a funny version of "cheese" when you point the camera at him.

Here, he's practically drunk on water because we brought back a mineral water bottle. He kept making us fill it up and downing it and like a man in a desert, parched. And even the way he guzzles the water, he is no longer a little boy.
























I'm not entirely sure whether I should be proud. Till I figure it out, I shall just be amused and pretend to be disapproving.


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