Adopt

We were at the commisary so Matt can check what number he is on the 'become a bagger' list from last summer.  Joey is in the back seat playing his DS, which is dying.
"Mom, we have to go home.  I need to plug in my DS, it's RED!"
We have to wait for Matt to get back.
"Lets just leave him!"
No, I am not leaving him here. Don't be mean!
"Why not?  Someone will adopt him!"

Busy

I told Joey I was going to go up in the tub and to be good down stairs with his Dad (so he doesn't worry!)

"Where is Luke?" he asks

Out playing.  Dad is right here to keep you safe, just stay inside and stay out of trouble.

I turned to walk back upstairs...

"Wait! Who is going to play with me and keep me entertained?!"

Papa

I was singing the "Inty Minty, Tibity Fig" song my dad taught me as a child (used to tap closed fists in order to find out who is 'it' for a game) to Joey one day.  He kept laughing and telling me to sing it again and again.

Well, why don't you learn? I asked.

"I don't want to"

Well, you have to so you can teach your kids too.  See, your Papa taught it to me when I was a little girl, then I taught it to you when you are a little boy.  So now you have to teach your little kid when you have one.  So you have to practice with me okay?

"No." and he stops talking completely and looks away with his arms over his face again.  (He does this when he can't deal with 'outside' things, as a comfort of sorts.)

I wait a while, then ask if he is ready to talk with me again, and what did I say that made him upset?

He looks at me mean, but I can tell his eyes are watering when he yells,

"YOU MADE ME MISS GRANDPA!!" and he drops his head on my stomach and cries.

Whodathought? Heartache.  Ugh.

Boots

I have to convince Joey to toss some things he doesn't fit or need anymore. 

A pair of Red Galoshes had to go. 

He holds them up and sighs..."Mom, remember when I could fit these? I would play Boots the Monkey with red boots and Eme would be Dora and we would go on an adventure..." and he slowly placed them in the box and went to bed... 

 One item a night? 
Not if he has a memory like THAT for them, then I myself won't get rid of them EITHER!!! 
Whaaaaaaaa!!! :(

Note

Update on the bad day post before this one:
I asked Joey what exactly set him off to have a completely ruined day with no fixes whatsoever.  He looks at me and says, "Didn't Ms.(teacher) call you?"

No, she didn't, which is why I am asking YOU what happened so it won't happen again tomorrow.

"Well, it's Ms (teacher) job to call you and leave you a Note on your Phone!"

Hungry

Joey had a BAAAAAD day at school today.  After a bad day yesterday and being sent to his room, I promised him he would get a spank if he repeated the bad behavior.  Well, he did, for three hours longer than the day before.

I took him with me to pick up his brother and friends from practice, and on the way home he starts yelling about how hungry he is.  Mind you, we are pointed directly toward McDonald's, and there is no missing those golden arches.  I looked at him as mean as I could in the rear view mirror and stated, "If you DARE ask for McDonald's young man, I will add a fourth spank to the three I already owe you."

He looks right at me, eyes wide, "I do NOT want McDonald's mom, I do NOT want McDonald's."

I went back to my regular mom voice, knowing he had understood my point, "Good to hear." I said.

"I want Subway!" he said with a smile.  All the boys in the van started laughing.  That boy has guts.

Engine

Joey, where is your Bus?!  Wait!  I think I hear a big cranky engine!

"Nope, that's my cranky engine" he laughs.

I look at him confused as he runs away...

"I Farted!"