Tonight the Evergreen Park Library held a Jammy Jamboree. Kids grade 1 and under went to the library in the PJs to hear stories and sing songs. Trey and I attended this function.
Everything started out well. Trey and I got there a few minutes early and played with the puzzles. When the stories began, Trey was a little shy so I sat on the floor with him. It wasn't long before Trey spied something he wanted to look at. Another kid had brought an Elmo toy with him. Trey began to crawl over towards the other kid on his stomach. My cousins would be proud. He looked like he was in the Army crawling on his belly over the hilltop, sneaky as can be.
Later as the lady was telling the story, Trey would go up front, winding his way through the other kids, to look at the items she had brought with her, and the pictures in the book. He would then run back to me with a big grin on his face.
While this was going on there were two other girls who kept not paying attention to the stories and giggling and getting in general trouble. "Bunny's" Mom kept asking her daughter to keep quite.
We then got to the singing and dancing part of the evening. Most of the kids would dance in place, and generally follow the lady leading the whole thing. Trey of course danced in his normal way by running around in circles, weaving between each of the kids.
After two iterations of the song, came a couple more books. This is where Trey got in trouble. He, Bunny and the other girl were running around the back of the library. This was the second time that Bunny had done this. (Bunny's Mom had retrieved her the first time.) This time I went back there and found Trey and had a talk with him telling him that he needed to join the other kids and sit down and listen to the story. He agreed and proceeded to go to where the rest of the kids where and provoke the other kids. Never once sitting down. I once more told him that he needed to sit down and be quite. He didn't so we had to leave early.
Now the frustrating part is Trey left gladly. It didn't even bother him. Although that made it easier to leave, I don't think he realized that he had done wrong and was being punished to an extent. Aaaaggghhh!
So far I am raising a bully. He provoked other kids by trying to take their toys. They of course didn't give them up and their parents had to correct them. He tells me what I want to hear, just so he can get away and do what he wants to do, even if that is exactly what I told him not to do.
Oh the joys of parenthood.