Mr. P was in a high dudgeon this morning (as most school mornings), screaming and kicking doors, because I took his iPod away from him so he would get dressed and then after he was dressed and his alloted 10 minutes of iPad time while sitting on the toilet was up (judge away, we are terrible parents and/or our son is "challenging")... I took away the iPad. Because the 10 minutes were over (duh) and because it was time to get out the door.
Then, because of all the screaming, I didn't give him the iPod back, either, even after he calmed down. I am CRUEL. And a THIEF!!! (Seriously, he has taken to screaming THIEF!!! THIEF!!! exactly like Golum whenever we take away something he wants.)
We got to Shmoogie's school and although Mr. P had been quiet for most of the car ride (progress! there is progress!), he insisted he wasn't going to get out of the car. I was getting Sir Lump into the carrier for the one-block walk from where we'd parked and trying to ignore the recalcitrant seven-year-old.
Suddenly, Mr. P wanted to carry Sir Lump (whom he adores and refers to, almost always, as "Bayboh". I do not know why). I said sorry, he's fragile and he's heavy and in a few months maybe, but not now. Mr. P was offended, "I've NEVER dropped him! I'm NOT going to drop him!" And — instead of explaining that just because he's never dropped the baby while seated on the couch, usually supported by several cushions, doesn't at all mean that he won't drop him while carrying him and walking, nor does the comparison take into account the potential consequences of dropping the baby two inches onto the couch vs. two feet onto the concrete — I decided to let him try.
I put Sir Lump on his brother's shoulder, while he was standing on the grass, not the concrete, and told Mr. P to stay right there and not move while I locked the car. He didn't stay right there, though. He started walking. Very pleased with himself.
Soon, he said Bayboh was heavy and asked me to take him, which is what I figured was going to happen.
What I didn't figure was going to happen is that after we dropped Shmoogie off and started walking out of the school, Mr. P was asking again to carry Bayboh. And this time, although I stepped in twice to reverse some serious slippage, Mr. P carried Bayboh all the way to the car. And he was so very proud.
Bayboh fell asleep almost immediately, too.