Where's your crown King Nothing??

So Captain Chaos has had a real dose of attitude lately, and EVERYTHING is met by eye rolling and back chat.

It has, not surprisingly, been driving me mad because I am the Queen of Fucking Everything and do not tolerate insubordinance well - I keep telling him that he lives under a Monarchy, not a Democracy, and that he  needs to watch his sass mouth.

He generally responds by telling me that I'm lame, before running for his life into the laundry before I paddle his butt.

I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle with an undersized teenager.

Sometimes, just sometimes though, kids will do something so gold that you have the chance to store that sweet sweet memory away and hold it over them for the rest of their lives.

Like the time (at swimming lessons) and they were asked to hold their arms out straight and pretend that they were either a robot or a ballerina, and Cam yelled out 'I want to be a Ballerina!'

Or the time we were shopping for shoes for him to wear to daycare, and he picked out a pair of bright green heels.

Or the time he was telling me his plans for when he's an adult, when he would live with his friend (Who we'll call Master Blaster) and while the Master would have a really pretty girlfriend, Captain Chaos would have a kitten.

(Actually I'm seeing a pattern here.......... )

Anyway, I thought I had another chance to store one of these blackmail gold moments away the other day when he was in out lounge playing some sort of wild spinney game with a couple of balloons in his hands. I carpe diem-ed and asked him 'Are you being a ballerina??' to which he looked at me as if I was completely stupid and replied
"Mum... I'm SPINNING ELECTRICITY!"
rolled his eyes at me and continued spinning.

Apologies Mr Tesla..... I'll never call you Angelina Ballerina again......

But for all his toughness, big mouth and bad attitude, sometimes he's just awesome

Big enough to roll his eyes at my sweet booty dance.

Big enough to tell me it's a Merchy (Lambourghini Murcielago) on his jammies and not a Ferrari.

Big enough to tell me I've parked on the wrong side for the gas filler cap.

Still little enough to totally enthralled and fall asleep holding a helium balloon.

Don't grow up too quick little man.