Yesterday was a tad rushed. Preschool, speech therapy, a CPSE meeting, a playdate at McDonald's, contractors over to look at the roof (we really didn't want a shower coming through the light fixture, thank you very much), and ice skating lessons.
There wasn't a lot of spare time in the schedule, so I poured Nolan a sippy-cup full of milk and handed him a snack to eat in the car on the way to Matt's preschool. Nolan took the cup, inspected it, and immediately declared, "Want deuce."
I speak Nolanese quite well, and informed him that he was having milk, not juice, for snack. He proceeded to have a temper tantrum as I eyed the clock and realized we had to leave NOW. I scooped up the yelling toddler, put him in his carseat, and handed him his milk.
All the way to the preschool, Nolan screamed at top volume,
"I WANT DEUCE! DEUCE! NEED MORE DEUCE! MY DEUCE!!!!"
I had to pull the car over in an attempt to stop the screaming. Trust me, it was earsplitting. I took his milk away and informed the lad he could have milk, or nothing at all. He begrudgingly accepted the milk and we were on the road again.
"MY DEUCE! I NEED DEUCE, MOM! MORE DEUCE!"
I wanted earplugs more than anything else in the world. Truly, the boy was carrying on at an incredible volume.
We pulled into the preschool and I stepped out of the car. Nolan was still howling, and I opened up the slider and Nolan glared at me.
He pointed to his feet and yelled,
"I NEED MORE DEUCE!"
Then I realized. He wasn't saying "I need more juice."
He was saying, "I need my shoes."
In my harried attempt to get out of the house on time, I had put him in the car without his shoes on. I felt quite chagrined as I carried him through the rain and into the preschool building. He relaxed once he knew I understood what he was saying, and I promised him we'd get his shoes in a few minutes, as soon as Matt was out of preschool. He wouldn't let me put him down, so I carried him until we had picked Matthew up and returned to the car.
I learned two things today:
- Twenty six pounds of almost-3 year old boy gets incredibly heavy after five minutes.
- Communication difficulties can cause one heck of a temper tantrum.