That was Jackson today as he was sitting in his booster seat in the back of our minivan minutes after I informed him he was going to be grounded for hitting Sullivan on his arm because according to Jackson, Sullivan claimed he'd "won the race" as to whomever enters and departs our vehicle first.
Jackson reacted with his emotions and not his mind but under no circumstances should he hit his brother because the brother happened to have"won the race" of some game that they invented on their own. I am certain as a mom that there will be more of these situations periodically as they grow into little men. I guess it is natural being that they're boys and all, but I hope that they'll learn to curb it a bit based on what their past punishment might have/will have/will be... been.
I had informed Jackson (while loading our groceries into the car and at the same time saying a silent prayer about Ben's diaper that had already leaked numero uno down his leg, praying that it wouldn't go beyond that and proceed to target his carseat cover) that as soon as he is home from school (and after he has placed his shoes in his own cubby and his backpack in it's proper place) today he is to head straight up to his room and sit on his bed for 30minutes. I also told him that if he complains about the time limit which I have set for him, I will add more minutes to his penalty. The only thing he may "bring with him" into his bed is a book or if he should chose, he may sit with empty hands in silence.
That's when he made that comment about "The Lump."
"The Lump" is that first stage of crying- you know the part- where you can't swallow like you have a goose egg stuck in your throat? Yes, that part. When you're finally able to swallow that rather painful lump down, it is an immediate trigger to open up the flood gates for the tears to follow.
Nobody likes the lump.
He made that statement and then proceeded to say "I can't stand it when the lump happens."
Then his tears came rolling down in perfect droplets along his face that was turning blotchy-something he inherited from dear old mom.
Welcome To Crustybeef~
I did send him to his room for his 30minute penalty in spite of the fact that he walked out of his school this afternoon completely happy to see me and expressing sheer joy over the fact that his pal in school had told him that he had found gold. Plus I think he thought I had forgotten about the grounding. A mother never forgets.
*Ben's diaper did hold up and didn't douse the carseat cover. Although this afternoon I realized-yet again-that a leaky numero 1 diaper is far better then TWO bad numero twos that caught the rim around the edges, and leaked. 2x, like I already said.
That's the lump.