On the way to school, Justin announced, “I don’t want to go to Animal Encounters anymore.” (Animal Encounters is the name of one of his after-school programs. Each week they bring in new animals for the children to learn about, play with, feed, etc. Up until the moment Justin announced he was “done,” I thought he loved it.)
“Justin, why don’t you want to do Animal Encounters anymore?” I asked.
He responded, “I just don’t want to do it anymore. You can tear up the contract. I’m not going back.” (He really said, “Tear up the contract.” I don’t know if I should be proud of my influence or horrified. Either way, he’s been listening to Daddy in “Negotiation Mode!”)
“But, I don’t understand. Why don’t you want to do it anymore?” I asked again.
“I just don’t,” he said defiantly.
“Because I don’t want to!” he said even more defiantly.
I tried a different tactic, “But wwwhhhhyyyyy???” I said in a goofy voice. I was met with silence and an evil stare from the rear view mirror.
“Justin – just tell me why? Did something happen?”
Another moment of silence, and then…
“Justin – please tell me….”
“I’M NOT GOING BACK BECAUSE THE FUZZY BUNNY PEED ON ME!!!!!!!”
With every fiber of my being, I tried not to laugh….but I failed. Once I composed myself, I told Justin that sometimes in life the fuzzy bunny pees on you and sometimes you get to pee on the fuzzy bunny. (I have no idea what that means, but in that moment it sounded like a pearl of wisdom.)