March 08, 2008

"I am Buzz Lightyear

I come in peace." The Future ROTC Scholarship Recipient is back on a Toy Story kick. The name he was given at birth is not good enough and he has taken to telling everyone he will henceforth be known as Buzz Lightyear. We have had at least two father-son talks about that there is a time for playing, a time for pretending, and a time to be serious. Preschool, speech therapist, Mass, directives from Mrs. LMC, and father-son talks are all serious, all the time. This is getting through his stubborn little head some of the time. Hhmmm-must get that from my bride's side of the family.

Posted by LMC at March 8, 2008 10:43 PM | TrackBack

Raising boys is such a wonderful experience. My second son used to "blast off" into his inner mind while mindlessly humming to himself. I once remarked to my mother "what could he be thinking about?" She said "I have no idea, but don't ask him!"
When I needed him to focus, I would place my hands shoulder width apart, palms facing inward, index fingers on top and wave them up and down framing his face while saying "Nick, right here, Mommy is sending you a message." If I added to that "and Mommy is now in a sweat" that was code for his world was going to crash in about 3 minutes if he didn't snap out of it...

Posted by: Babs at March 9, 2008 05:42 PM

Needless to say we called him the Space Pirate.
Not much of a stretch from Buzz Lightyear.

Posted by: Babs at March 10, 2008 03:27 AM

My vet calls it disassociative behavior but, you are allowed to beat your dog, aren't you?

Posted by: Babs at March 10, 2008 03:36 AM