Tuesday, September 18, 2012
One of Nate's earliest memories is of playing a game of Nerf basketball with his dad when he was around the age of 3, and losing. He was so angry that he lost that he stormed into his room and locked the door behind him. Despite his parents pleading for hours for him to open it, he refused. And in the end, they called 911 for help. The responding firefighters removed Nate's door to free him into his parents' open/angry/relieved arms... and not long thereafter, the doorknob was removed to prevent him from locking them out again. And he never did... by the time they moved out of the house when Nate was in fifth grade, the doorknob was still missing.
Our house is starting to look at lot like the Slavik house circa 1980.
Luke was in a great mood all afternoon and evening. He had a good day at school. He ate well at dinner. He talked to Aunt Kylie on the phone. Shortly after the phone call ended, Luke put away Dr. Jekyll and brought out his Mr. Hyde. Screaming tantrum... over what, I cannot even remember. Several times he ran into his room and slammed the door. On the last occasion, Luke slammed the door in Nate's face and locked it.
Nate's 32 year old memory kicked in, and he acted quickly and knowingly. Only he didn't need to call 911. He quietly grabbed his drill, and unscrewed all of the doorknob screws. Out came the doorknob. No more slamming. No more locking anyone out. Effective. But you would have thought the world had ended.
Luke went from screaming and tantruming to crying a lamenting cry for his missing doorknob. After pleading repeatedly to have his doorknob returned, Luke's mindset changed. If Daddy wasn't going to help him, he was going to have to find a new doorknob for himself.
Through sniffles and with a tone of despair, Luke announced:
"Oh no Daddy! I have to get another doorknob to put back on my door. I am going to have to go to doorknobs.com!"
Then he tried to get out of bed and get to the computer so he could go to doorknobs.com. I was in Matt's room, getting him ready for bed and laughing outloud. I could hear Nate in the boys' bathroom, stifling giggles.
Where does he come up with this stuff? And how, as a parent, do you avoid laughing out loud at some of the stuff that comes out of your kid's mouth!?! I know that if we were laughing at Luke's comment in front of him, he would have gotten really angry with us. I am just thankful that we were not in the same room as him when he made the doorknobs.com comment. Otherwise I would have been running for the door and covering my face to hide my laughing.