The boy was ticked off. Oh man was he mad. My teen had him next door at my dad’s house and it was time to come home and get ready for bed. The boy was NOT ready. He wanted to stay up and watch TV on Granddaddy’s couch, in the quiet. I get it. The baby can get kinda loud when he plays and talks. I mean the kid is 2 after all. And like I mentioned before, we all tend to be loud talkers. The baby is no exception!!
So in comes the Boy and he stopped where we normally take off boots, snow clothes, coats and what-not. This time, instead of stripping down he stomped his foot. Then he stomped the other foot. Then he would stomp one, the other and jump once. I was completely confused. I thought maybe he was trying to fix his pants or get something off of his leg – I really was just staring at him wondering what on earth the ‘deal’ was. Then my teen walked in. And he told me how annoyed the Boy was about having to leave and come home. As soon as the words were spoken, the Boy stopped stomping and began his normal routine of taking off his snowsuit and getting ready for bed.
It became clearer to me as I went over and over the events in my mind. My Boy stomped his feet at me to show me he was ticked. Just like the baby does. He didn’t bite me. He didn’t pinch me. He didn’t kick, hit or chuck something at my head.
He communicated with me.
Then when he knew I got the message, he moved on.