Things going with me and lil Z:
He recently moved to the preschool room at his daycare. He also recently met J--, a three year old girl who looks like she's 6 and talks like she's 30. I was excited at first, because she's a child of color. Note the "at first." Lil J is a bully. She picks on all the kids, takes things, hits them, etc. Including mine.
(The other thing she does is constantly say that she is brown, points out to Z's dad that he is white and Z is brown, points out to me that I am brown. So in turn, Z mentions color quite a bit now. I wanted him to discover this on his own, not get it pointed out. Oh well.)
Now my boy is a little younger than her, and just moved from the toddler room where they babied him. I baby him, too, so I can't totally blame them, but I'm working on letting him grow up. (It's hard, y'all. He IS my baby. And he's so cute, I just wanna squeeze him all the time. But I digress.)
The other morning I take Z to school, and J sits down next to where he's playing. Z all of a sudden bursts into 'Charlie-Brown-streaming-out-the-side-of-your-face' tears. I take him aside and finally get him to tell me what's wrong. "SHE'S NOT MY FRIIIIIIEEEENNNDDD!" he sadly exclaims. All I could do not to laugh.
So I'm trying to figure out how to get my boy to man up, cause he is completely punking out right now. I'm not encouraging him to hit, just to defend himself through words and actions. It's a different kind of parenting when you can no longer protect them, but instead you have to teach and give them the tools to protect their little selves.
Any body have advice on stopping a bully? Greatly appreciated!!
Okay, so the other thing in Momma & Z news is that my boy discovered more of his, shall we say, boy parts. He's learning to bathe himself, and I told him to wash under his p.... He leans all the way over and sees his T's, for the first time I guess. "Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha! What.is.that?!?! Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha! Is it poopy???"
I am completely caught off guard and trying not to laugh. "Huh?" I say, pretending I didn't hear.
"What.is.THAT!?!?" he repeats. Now, no other word would come to mind but ba.lls, but I can't tell that to a 3 year old. I can just hear the pre-school teacher calling me, "Z is asking the children if they have ba.lls." The only other thing I think of is 'sac.' So that's what I say. He looks at me, looks back at the object in question, looks at me, and decides, "Naaaaah, that's not a sac!!! It's POOOOOOPYYYYYY!!!!" Why there would be poopy hanging down there is beyond me, but whatever. That's a conversation for him and his father. LOL!