WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?

OK, so there have been several incidents lately that made me ask Kaid, 'What where you thinking?' Of course this was stated accusatorily and with sarcasm. Then I started letting him tell me what he was thinking and now... I have a better understanding of boys. Some examples.

Example 1

I hear from the bedroom a pathetic cry, 'help! help! help!' and I go in and Kaid is hanging from the blind cord. Don't worry just his foot was actually stuck.

Me: what were you thinking?

Kaid: I was playing Indiana Jones

Me: OK - reasonable, let's not play Indiana Jones

Example 2

We get in the car to pick the kids up from school (I walk from one side to the other and get in- that's how long it took).

Kaid: Mom I wrote my name!

Me excited: you wrote your name!!!!! (the kid refuses to write his name. He is 4 1/2 it's time to learn, but until this incident he was allergic to pen and paper.)

Kaid: Yea, right here

Me: Right where.... the back seat of the car?

Kaid: YEAH

Me: What were you thinking?

Kaid: well, I didn't' want Bekah to sit in my spot, so I wrote my name on it.

Aside: Now every time he gets int he car he tells me, "we only write on paper - huh mom."

Example 3

I was wrapping presents and Kaid takes the brand new roll of paper into the toy room.

I follow him and see that he and Quinn are having a lovely time tearing it to shreds and ice skating on it.

Me: 'Um I needed that to wrap your Christmas present."

Kaid: 'Oh"

Me: What where you thinking?

Kaid: well, I was thinking it was a fun toy...

Example 4 - The classic Kaid

I was at the computer paying bills (Quinn and Kaid where happily playing trains). Out of nowhere WHACK! Kaid hits me - hard - it hurt!

Me: What where you thinking?

Kaid: Ummmmmm (shrugs shoulders and looks bewildered) I don't know.

Me: Well thanks for the honesty

So now it is kind of a fun game - I really am interested in knowing what he was thinking when he does something that appears to be really stupid and I am dreading the 'dumb boy teenage years' even more.