After writing about what I think it would be like to be Father for a Day, I thought it might be fun to see that same day from my son Leighton's perspective. If I were him, here's how I would envision my Sunday going:
zzzzzz ...Grandma, cookies, cake, chocolate zzzzz ** Mommy is here waking me up from my dream so I can pee. Where's Puppy? I need Puppy if I'm going to leave my bed. "Point down!" Mommy instructs; I know the drill. "Go back to sleep" she says as she puts me back into my bed and pats my head. Where's Puppy? Ahhhh... Puppy. I love you Puppy.
Back to sleep..... I'm awake now. Someone come get me. I have to stay in my bed, or that camera on the wall will yell at me to lie down. Mommy - Mommy's here! "Let's go watch Pirates" she says. Okay mommy, anything to snuggle by you in the morning. I love my time with mommy in the morning; she's so warm and comforting, and I have Puppy too - could this day get any better?
My show is done. "Time eat?!" I'm always hungry. Let's see if I can get what I want today: "Treat? Two Treat?" "No, Leighton, you don't get treats for doing nothing." Oh well, there will be more opportunities to see if I can get treats. Maybe if I cry and make sad faces at daddy, I'll get something tasty. Mommy never gives in, but daddy... daddy sometimes lets me have what I want when mommy isn't around. I will have to try again later.
Time to play. Wait... maybe if I say I have to poo, I'll get treats because I always get 2 treats for poo... but I don't have to go. It can't hurt to try. "Poo!" Here comes mommy, and into the bathroom we go. If I sit here and pretend to grunt maybe she'll believe that I went, and I will get my treats. "Leighton, go poo. Do you need to go?" She's on to me. "No." "Well, we don't play in the bathroom." That didn't go as I had planned. How does she know that I didn't poo? There's always tomorrow.
Daddy's downstairs. He looks weird, and he's not saying anything. Why doesn't he want to play with me? I'm ready. Maybe if I bring him a toy, he'll play with me... but something tells me he's not in the mood to play right now. Mommy! "Chocolate egg?" Maybe she'll give me chocolate. I'm a good boy. "No, Leighton; maybe after dinner." Why is everything "maybe" or "after dinner"? Why can't I ever get what I want when I want it?
Is it snack time yet? "Chocolate chip bread?" "No, Leighton, in a little bit. Daddy will give you your snack." Where is mommy going? She's going upstairs without me. What's daddy doing? He's in his chair watching TV.
Maybe I can make myself something in my kitchen in the play room. Better turn on my music first... gotta find the song I like. On. Off. On. Off. Where is it? Where is my remote? Gotta have my remote as I push off the Lego table and spin myself in my spinning chair. I love to see things flying by. I could spin forever.
"Leighton - snack time!" That's daddy! Time to eat! I'm hungry. Time to begin the quest for chocolate chips. Why don't they just give me the chocolate chips? Why do they hide them in bread? Why do I have to waste so much time digging each and every one of them out? Maybe if I crumble up the rest of the bread into tiny pieces, they'll think I ate it. "Leighton! Stop making a mess, and eat the bread!" Daddy's in a mood this morning. Where's mommy?
Well, I've eaten all of the chocolate chips. Do I have to eat the bread? They always make me, but I don't want to. I want to make a mess of it. I love to make messes, but that gets me in trouble. Maybe if I hide pieces in my bib...
Time to play. Belly is full, and I'm ready to run free. "Go outside?" "No, Leighton, it's too cold." They always say that: It's too cold, it's too windy, it's too dark, it's too late. Why can't I go outside? I'll be good, I promise. Ooh - mommy's back. She smells good and looks pretty. Maybe if I give her hugs, she'll take me outside. "Go outside?" "No, Leighton, it's too cold." Darn! Didn't work on her either. Is it lunch time yet?
"Smells good!" Mommy must be making something. Time to climb up onto the chair by the counter to see what's happening. "Leighton! Sit down! Don't touch mommy's baking stuff!" Geez! I just wanted to see what that smell was. What are you doing? Why can't I help?
Lunch time - finally! I'm starving. What's for lunch? Looks like pb&j. Typical. Every Sunday. Oh well, I like peanut butter. That red, sticky stuff isn't as good though. It is my mission to get all of the peanut butter off of that bread before they make me eat the bread or that red stuff. Why am I so sticky? I could eat forever. "Grapes?" "No, Leighton; finish your sandwich first." "Chips?" "No, Leighton; finish your grapes first." I never get what I want when I want it. Daddy's eating chips. Maybe he will give me some. His look different than mine.
"Daddy, chips?" "Okay, just one, but then you have to finish your grapes." Ha! I won! I finally got my way. I love daddy. These chips have a cheesy flavor - gonna lick it off. Wait - my face is on fire. My tongue feels weird - I don't like it. "Milk!" Gotta have something to drink. That's better. OOh - I forgot I had a chip. MMMM.... ahhhh!! HOT! Milk! What's wrong with daddy's chips?
"Leighton, let's go potty and go up for nap." Nap time. I don't want to sleep - I want to play. What can I do to get out of it? I tried to grab the door frame on the way into the bathroom, but she still got me in there. She's strong. How did she know I had to pee?
I love my big bed, and Puppy is here. I'm tired..... zzzzzz
I'm awake! Mommy's back! More snuggle time with mommy and my favorite show. "Fruit strip?" "No, Leighton; in a little bit... after your show." Okay.
Show's over. "Fruit strip?" Was mommy sleeping? "Okay Leighton." I love fruit strips. I'm going to savor every bite, and then I'll keep that last piece in my mouth and suck on it until there's nothing left. Why does that always get me in trouble?
"Time eat?" "No, Leighton, you just ate." Time to play. "Go outside?" "No, Leighton. It's too windy." Seriously? There's always an excuse. "Chloe?" "No, Chloe isn't here today - tomorrow."
Mommy's in the kitchen again. She never sits down. I wonder what's for dinner? Smells good though. She makes such tasty things for dinner. I love to eat.... unless it's green. I'd better get my stuff done before inner. Into the play room.
"Leighton - time to eat!" Run! So hungry! Mmm.. looks good. "Cake?" "No, Leighton. Eat your food." "Brownie?" "No, Leighton. We don't have any cake or brownies right now. Maybe if you're good, you can have a chocolate egg." "Chocolate egg?" "Eat your food."
"I'm done" Here comes my chocolate egg. MMMMMMM. I could live on chocolate eggs and treats. "More? One? Have it?" "No, Leighton. Just one." Why does it never work to ask for more? But I'm so cute. How can they say no to this face?
Time to run back and forth from the kitchen into the living room. Sugar makes me crazy. I'm happy... my tummy is full. "Movie?" "Maybe in a little bit. Mommy is cleaning up." Mommy is always in the kitchen doing something. What's daddy doing? He's sitting in his chair with the iPad. Maybe he'll let me play my game. "iPad?" "No, Leighton, daddy's playing. You can play before bed." Why can daddy play iPad all day, but I only get to play it for a little while before bed? Not fair. I never get what I want.
"Leighton, go pick out a movie - daddy will help you." Two choices... which one, which one? They're both so colorful... I can't decide. "How about ... this one!" I hope I made the right choice. "Mommy? Mommy sit down!" Here she comes. Yay! I'll pull back the blanket so she can sit by me. Kisses from mommy - she must be happy. I'm a good boy.
Why did they stop my movie? "Leighton, time to brush teeth and get your pajamas on." "NO!" "Leighton....." Maybe if I crawl to the farthest corner of the couch, they won't be able to get me, and I can finish my movie. I lost again. Time for iPad with daddy. Yay! I have so much work to do, and they give me so little time. Where's mommy going?
Mommy's back already? Her face looks different: not bad but different... less fancy. "Leighton, time to go potty and go to bed." "No!" I just need to finish this game... she's taking the iPad and my blanket away. I have lost control. Better do as she says. I am tired. Hugs and kisses from mommy. "Love you." "Love you, mommy".
Run, daddy's coming to get me. I love our little game though. Here he comes... faster, faster. I love when he turns the light off, turns it on, and scares me. Fun, but it always ends before I want it to. Now I'm alone in my bed. Puppy? Where's Puppy? Ahhh..... life is good. It's good to be me. Maybe tomorrow they'll give me all the chocolate, cake, brownies, cookies, and treats I want as I play outside....zzzzzzzzzzz
Cyndi M. Frick
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