Golden Pig Tales

While his hand was better today, his attitude was shit. He whined about needing to leave preschool with me and not -v-. He complained about eating his corn. He even bitched about getting pudding for his treat before he ate it. He fussed about changing his cloths. He went from hating me to liking me more times that I could count. I can’t think of the many time he said, ,,I don’t like you, daddy,” for no other reason than me sitting or asking him to eat his vegetables, please. I even read him three big books for bed, and he still wouldn’t open his mouth and hold still, so I could brush his teeth. I did tell him how rude I though he was and hurt by his words and actions. We had an emotional moment then hugged and he kissed me on the cheek then we called it a night.

Ezra let me know he is not my friend. There was no cause or reason or act on my part that I am aware of. It was just a fact that Ezra announced to me as fact. This is nothing new because to Ezra I am either not his friend or a bad guy or some one others shouldn’t like periodically throughout the day. It happens. It is a bit frustrating that I am the chosen object of his anger, but…Well, what am I going to do? I do want to know where he is getting this attitude from. Is it us? Is it some kid at preschool? Or is it from Thomas The Train and other cartoon shows we show him? Through my analytic analysis of life, I can’t reason why I am the bad guy.