Carver, like most children his age, likes things to be a certain way. If things do not go that certain way, there will be consequences. One of his stronger preferences is in which parent does which task for him. Apparently, a division of labor is something he endorses. For example, he can open his water bottle by himself, but has a little difficulty closing it unassisted. A few days ago, his mother noticed him working on closing the lid while he said, “Hep [help].” She offered an extra finger to get it closed, and Carver angrily turned her away, calling for me instead.
Apparently, helping close water bottles is work for daddies. The really funny (or sad) part is that after he had successfully turned his mother away, he looked at me and said, “Mom,” with the tone in his voice adding the unspoken “can you believe this lady?”
I am embarrassed to say that he must have picked it up from me, because after I noticed that he would not let Mom help him with certain things, I would jokingly say, “Did your Mom try and help you? Unbelievable!” It looks as if he’s caught my meaning.
In fairness, he did the same thing to me last Sunday. We were having a pleasant meal at my grandmother’s house, where Carver has a great uncle whom he adores. We call him “Doughy,” a decades-old nickname that stuck. Doughy was encouraging Carver to eat his food, and then left to the kitchen for something. In his absence, I stepped in as the encouragement, but Carver shot me a glance of disdain, and then called for Doughy at the top of his lungs. When Doughy came to see what the matter was, Carver tattled on me by saying “Dad” with that same tone of “the nerve of that guy…”
(Click here [second video] for Avey going through animals around this age)
At least he will not need someone’s help as frequently the older he gets. With a little luck, he will still let us both feed, clothe, and bathe him until he can do those things on his own.