I was walking around Target yesterday pushing Luke in the cart while Mabel was pushing Nolan. The boys were happily munching on their soft pretzels as I wandered up and down the aisles in search of last-minute vacation necessities. I ran into a friend and her 5 year old twins, Ben & Norah, who were happily telling me about their recent trip to Disney. As Norah was telling me how much fun she had on her trip, she grabbed my hand. Well, this apparently was not okay with Luke who put on his angry face and his deep growl-y voice and said, “don’t touch my mommy; I’m a bad guy.” Whaaaat? “I’m a bad guy,” he told her again like this was supposed to scare her away from me. I can still picture his angry, scrunched-up brow as I type this. So funny!
We said goodbye to our friends and continued walking. Luke was in charge of our Shopping List which he accidentally dropped so Mabel walked back a few feet to pick up the list off the ground. As she was doing that a nice old woman was walking by our dropped list. As she got closer to us, Luke (again in his angry, growl-y voice) said, “you can’t have my mommy’s list. That list is for my mommy. I’m a bad guy.” Where is this whole “bad guy” thing coming from?! I couldn’t help but laugh, but at the same time was explaining to him that he and his brother are gentlemen and we don’t speak to people this way. I had a hard time holding back my laughter though.
It’s good to know that my little man has got my back!