Showing posts with label knowledge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label knowledge. Show all posts

Wednesday, 29 August 2012

The sky isn't blue; it's red!

I've got a six year old who is always right.  Apparently, I don't know anything and he knows everything.  In his six years of life so far he has acquired more knowledge that I could ever possibly have.

He has got more knowledge than me of some things.  For example, he knows the names of every single character from the Super Mario and Sonic Wii games, he can work every electronic device better than I can,   and he knows every superhero and the power they possess.  I admit that I don't know these things.  My husband once tested me on the names of a few obscure superheroes and I'm ashamed to say that I didn't know any of them.  I also extremely gutted as he told me that he'd give me £50 if I could name them.

But I do think that my knowledge base is slightly larger than my darling sons.

I do happen to know that the sky is blue (or grey as the case has been these past few days).  Now, he will attempt to argue with me about this point.  The conversation goes a little something like this....

Me: The sky is blue
Z: No it's not, it's red
Me: But I can see that it's blue. What makes you say it's red?
Z: Because I know.
Me: How do you know?
Z: Because I know everything.
Me: Oooookay then!

He is the type of child that has got an answer for everything.  It doesn't matter what I say, he will say the opposite.  He's a nightmare to argue with because he is totally convinced that he is right.

A friend of mine once said that he will be a managing director of a company one day as he's got the gift of the gab.  Either that or a politician....

As he's getting older he gets more and more cheeky.  It's constant Why's and No's for everything.  I can already see the teenage years looming.  I'm so not ready for this.

A few weeks ago I wrote a post about the Terrible Twos but these are a doddle compared to putting up with the nagging, argumentative sixes.  There's lots of stamping of feet and slamming of doors these days.

Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks this?

I thought it got easier as they got older.  It does in some ways but it also gets a lot more frustrating.  They push me to the limit and then just as I'm about to break down and start sobbing in the corner, they tell me they love me.

Parenting is a tough job and it has challenged me in every way imaginable, but it is so worth it.