Not only do Kale and I look very much alike, but our personalities are extremely similar. You'd think this would mean that we would get along, which we do, of course, but it also lends itself to some pretty epic clashes. As two bull-headed Taurus's, we are determined and stubborn to a fault. I often find myself wondering how we will ever survive the teenage years, when hormones enter the mix. Well, something tells me I got a glimpse of that today....
This morning Kale woke up at 5am and, the thing is, Kale needs to sleep until at least 6am to be a tolerable human being for the rest of the day. Unfortunately, the 5am wake up has become a bit of a "thing" for him this week, along with waking several times a night and coming into my room around midnight with an armful of stuffed animals and a ladybug that projects stars onto the ceiling. Combine this with the fact that Beatrix hasn't been sleeping very well and I'm on my own this week while Kris is in Nunavut, and well, I'm tired. Very tired.
So at 5am when Kale started bouncing off the walls, I got angry. Like, really, really angry. And in my exasperation, I said, "Kale, if you don't start sleeping better, you're going to have to move out!" "But who will I live with?!?," he asked. "Ugh. I don't know. Another family that likes waking up at 5am," I replied.
Approximately 8 hours later, out of the blue, Kale started to gather his things by the front door. "Kale, what are you doing?" I asked. "Getting ready to move in with my other family," he told me.
Interesting, I thought. Let's see where this goes....
He pondered bringing his fire truck with the broken ladder, but then I heard him say to himself, "maybe they'll take me to Target to get a new firetruck."
As he selected two coats, a rain coat and a windbreaker, he turned to me and said, "I'm pretty sure they'll have a winter coat for me when it gets cold."
He stopped at the door, sighed a deep sigh, and said, "I'm going now. Bye." And off he went.
When I peeked out the door and couldn't see him, I tiptoed out to the porch and could see him waiting on the sidewalk, struggling to hold his two jackets, fire truck, toy airplane and umbrella.
Eventually I wandered out to ask what he was doing and he just said, "waiting for my new family." When I suggested they might be waiting for him, he picked a direction and started walking. From the sidewalk I watched him drop something from his arms every few feet. He'd stop, collect it, and shuffle another few feet.
Eventually he turned around and I thought he'd given up, but instead he came back only to tell me he needed me to drive him to his new family.
At this point my neighbour stopped her car on her way by to see what was going on. I explained that Kale was moving out. Kale decided to tell his side of the story, explaining that "I woke up like a hundred times last night and my mom was so angry! She told me I need to move out so I'm just going to wait here for a new family." My neighbour stifled a giggle and I just shrugged my shoulders. What could I say? He spoke the truth.
At this point he got the bright idea to move in with my neighbour, promising her that he would sleep in and would help her put together her election signs (she's a city councillor running for re-election). While he juggled his things, trying to free a hand to open her car door, I realized that I was no match for Kale.
It became all too clear to me in that moment that Kale could out-last me in any circumstance. That, even at four years old, he knew it too and he was waiting to call my bluff.
And eventually I had to (because it was the only way he'd come inside). I told him I was joking. He looked me in the eye, my little mirror image, and said, "I know that, mama, I know." And he walked inside.