yesterday after church i picked up ko from his class.
he looked unhappy.
i asked him what was wrong. he said he lost the purple paper.
i asked him what was wrong. he said he lost the purple paper.
he folded his arms across his chest and scowled, and a hummmp! came out of him.
i wanted to laugh but instead acted concerned.
i pursued him to tell me why he was upset.
he said, "i am bery mean!"
i said, "don't you mean mad?"
"no", he said, "i am MEAN!"
people in the hall were chuckling as we walked towards the door. when we got in the car he proceeded to tell me how "mean" he was and that he was "angry" (at least he used that appropriately), and when i told him that i didn't want him to be angry and that i loved him, he told me that i didn't love him. he was trying so hard to be upset and oppositional. by the time we got to the second stop light he was happy again, showing me his "smiley face".
e's new way of expressing himself these days is to say "mine!", which he did his fair share during sacrament meeting as he took all of ko's books and toys.
