Trey's Drawings

Last night was busy night for us. Tate had his first T-ball & Trey had an art fair and musical concert last night. This was the first time that Bryan & I had to split up and not watch a whole event--I am sure that there are many more times to come too.

While trying to get ready to go last night we could not find Tate's brand new baseball jersey. How could we lose it so fast? Trey was being silly and getting in the way of me finding the jersey & I loudly told him to get in his room for awhile. I found the jersey moments later and I walked in to Trey's room to talk to him and tell him to get dressed.

I walked in and Trey was sitting on his bed with his yearbook & pen in his hand. I immediately ask why he has his pen. He is like, WHAT?!?, nothing, I'm not doing anything?!? All of the above is a sure sign of guilt from him. He is trying to be so cool and is using his super deep voice. He started flipping through the pages real fast. I am telling him to show me what he has done & he is still denying any wrong doing. I take the book and the first picture I see, which is the last page of the book and is full of just random pics, he has drawn glasses on this girl that is in his grade. No explanation--just did it.

Well, this reminded me of what happened the week before Easter last year. Trey, Tate & I were at Walmart and Trey wanted me to buy some Reese's Peanut Butter eggs. I told him no, since the Easter Bunny would be coming in just a couple of days. He did not like that answer. He started throwing a fit in the store, the whole way home & in his room. Once we got home I told him to go straight to his room. On the way up the steps, he was telling me I am the worst mom ever, he hates me & I stink like a dead animal!!! Wow, I couldn't believe it, all over a bag of candy.

I decided to leave him alone for awhile. Maybe once every 2-3 months he has a total breakdown like this & I have to just let it play out. He sits in his room for about 30 min. & will come out as happy as can be--like nothing ever happened. So this time I went ahead and walked into his room. There he was--sitting on his bed, pen in hand & his preschool scrapbook. I ask him what are you doing, he replies nothing. I take the book out of his hand, flip through the pages & stop at the Mother's Day Tea. There was a great picture of Trey & I together. He had taken his pen and colored a big blob of scribble all over MY face. I was devastated. I walked out of the room with tears in my eyes. All over a bag of candy.

He went to school that afternoon (he had 1/2 day afternoon Kindergarten at the time). When I picked him up off the bus I didn't have to say a word. He apologized immediately & I could tell he really felt horrible. It was a bad day.