I love that my son isn’t afraid to be who he is. He doesn’t try to act harder than he is, does try to fit in with his peers. He’s happy just being, “Tre” or “Barry” depending on who’s calling him. Tonight, the girls all were at a friend’s house for dinner so I decided to take my little man out for whatever he wanted to eat, which happened to be McDonald’s. Why? Because of the toy. The toy… seriously? Of course, a conversation ensued:
Me: Tre, you’re choosing McDonald’s over KFC, Captain D’s, and everywhere else in town just because they give you a little plastic toy that is better suited for lame little 4-year-olds?
Tre started laughing and continued to play on his phone. Yes, he’s ten years old… has his own smartphone, yet he still gets excited and makes decisions regarding what type of edible good he will dispatch into his digestive system solely based on the fact that a toy will be keeping his non-biodegradable french fries company in the bag.
Tre: Well then I’m a lame little 4-year-old. I’ll be that for tonight if I gotta because I want the toy so McDonald’s it is!
LOL! On one hand, I was rolling my eyes but on the other hand, I was smiling because I love that he doesn’t mind how the world may classify him. His logic is simply that he likes what he likes, wants what he wants… his interests are his interests even if no one else shares them. Perhaps I could learn a thing or two from my fourth grader ;)
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