Maybe too big.
It honestly is starting to seem like my son is getting, perhaps, a little spoiled on getting to see his grandparents and aunts and cousins so often.
He's developed an expectation that he can just see or talk to his extended family whenever he wants. Sometimes, when we're driving home from preschool, he'll start demanding, "Poppa. Mimi." When I don't acquiesce and turn off on the road in our subdivision that leads to their house, and he realizes we're really going home, he'll start to cry.
The other day he picked up my phone and started repeating his older cousin's name, holding the phone up to his hear and then out to me, making it clear he wanted to talk to her. I texted my sister and she said it was fine, so I let him call his cousin.
A phone conversation between a not-quite-three-year-old and a not-quite-two-year-old is about as dumb and pointless as you'd imagine. Remember when you got your first middle school boyfriend or girlfriend, how stupid those phone calls were? This was almost that bad.
It really is great that everyone is so close, and it's so sweet how much he loves them, and I am really so thankful for all of it. But nothing excuses the way he acted this past Saturday.
