Playing Robin Hood may Not be Good for Your Self Esteem

We've had a hard time adjusting to the 'back to school' schedule and my internet connection has been spotty AT BEST this week, sigh, so I apologize for the lack of posts. My head is brimming with ideas and I can't wait to share them all with you!

But here is a quick bit to make you chuckle....

S4 has been really struggling with 'the guys' going back to school. It's been tough on him. At first he enjoyed playing with all his cars and made roads and got the train set out and enjoyed setting things all up just the way he wanted and playing quietly. Yes, I said quietly.

It didn't last long.

Then he began chatting my ear off. Then we had to have picnics. Play tag. Play hide and seek. I could tell my few minutes of totally undevoted attention until I went back to trying to sort of conquer the mountain of laundry left for me was not working. So, when he suggested I play Robin Hood with him, I knew I really should.

He was ecstatic.

He had it all planned out just so. He would be Robin Hood, Daddy could be Little John and I could be Princess Miriam. And he went so far to say that I could be the princess because she is a fox and I would be a good fox and even though I knew he meant it from the move, well, I have to admit I was rather honored to be the princess. I really had no idea what to expect so we headed out together and out to the field where he explained how this would be the best fun ever.

“Well, if I am Princess Miriam” and really, I was getting into full Princess mode by this time, “Are you going to come rescue me?”

“No, you aren't the princess anymore, Moma. You are the fat chicken girl.”

Fat. Chicken.

My esteem and princessness was crushed.

“Yah, then we can play football. Besides, you are lots bigger than me.”

Ah, the thinking of my four year old.

So, if you want to have high self esteem, don't play Robin Hood with my little boy.