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Grumpy Boy is Back

A good sign that a child is feeling better is when his personality comes back out to play.  In my case, Rooster’s grumpiness has reappeared.

This time, I’m actually glad to see it.  It means he probably won’t relapse.

It also means that I can stop waiting on him hand-and-foot and make him start doing chores.

It didn’t help when I received an email from the Florida Virtual School stating that his new class begins this week.  Oh yeah, that’s enough to make anybody grumpy.

While Rooster started cleaning his room, I began putting Christmas decorations away.  Somehow it seems to take much longer than getting them out, and it’s not near as fun.

Rooster and I took a break mid-afternoon to head on over to Cold Stone Creamery.  He still had a gift card from the lady he had helped during Vacation Bible School this summer.  As we got in line, he asked me what I wanted.

“You’re treating me?” I asked.

“Yep,” he said.

I ordered my treat, taking care not to be greedy.  He looked at me and asked, “Is that all you’re getting?”

He went on to tell me that he felt bad getting a bigger size than me.

Um, hello?  It’s YOUR gift card, Sweetie!

Still, he looked like he felt bad.

“Um, excuse me, Mr. Ice Cream Guy.  Can I super-size my order?” I asked.

I looked over at Rooster, and he had a smile of content on his face.  I had made a good choice.

How cool (literally) to have your child treat you unexpectedly.

The ice cream had the surprising affect of changing our attitude toward one another.  When we got back home, I resumed my previous chore and even dared to ask him to help put my Santa collection away.  He obliged my request without a single complaint and put additional decorations away without being asked.  And, as I type this, he’s in his room folding his clothes.

Gotta love the kid…grumpy or not.  Deep down, he has a heart of gold.