That Moment of Hesitation of Stopping to ask if Someone Needs Help
I remember growing up, one time my Dad had picked up a hitch hiker. I…
My three year old son is obsessed with the big bad wolf, if you ask him he will tell you he “isn’t scared of anything, not even the big bad wolf”. Then he will proceed to tell you that he will just punch him in the face. This kid has a mouth on him the size of Texas, no joke. Since he will be in preschool soon, hopefully, I am working on figuring out how to properly redirect his amazing imagination with a less mouthy touch. It’s. not. working. yet.
The other night I needed to cook dinner because the children need to eat. My daughter was at her Dad’s house so it was just the boys and me. It’s easy to cook dinner, most nights, when all three kids are home because Ki and Mister K usually do something fun together, but when Ki is gone that leaves Mister K near me either whining or trying to cause trouble. Some nights nothing works, and this was one of those nights.
I thought and thought about what would distract Mister K from his overtired whiny self and assist to keep him entertained while I cooked dinner. Then it dawned on me, the boy loves “helping”. Since he couldn’t help with what I was cooking for dinner on this particular night, I thought I would give him a pan, some water, a small amount of butter and some seasoning. This way he could make his own little creation to feel like he was helping me.
What Mister K came up with was…. a mixture of spicy seasoning, butter, milk and water. He called this mixture the “big bad wolf potion”. When you feed this to the big bad wolf he will run away and never ever come back again!
So there you have it, my three year old has figured out the secret remedy of keeping big bad wolves away… maybe he can sell it to the three little pigs.