Love to One is a Punch in the Face to Another

This morning Son#3 was grousing that he had to watch the Care Bear movie on his first day of Kindergarten. Hmm. Of all sons to have to watch this movie, Son#3 would not have been the one I picked. He has a Hulk lunchbox, backpack, sheets, underwear, rubber Hulk hands, mask and of course there is his Hulk costume that he wore last year to school once a week. Oh, there is also the Superhero Hulk border my husband just put in his room on his walls… and his room has been painted Superhero colors. Hulk is his favorite movie. (Only bonus to me is that he thought I looked like the lead, Jennifer Connelly. Wrong. I don’t. The kid can’t get past the brown hair and blue eyes thing. But it was very very funny.)

An argument breaks out in the car as Sons 1 and 2 swear that he must’ve been mistaken, that he must really have seen Berenstein Bears, not Care Bears. No, Son#3 insists, it was Care Bears. I stop the argument and tell them I’ll settle it when I drop him off at school. (I truly cannot believe the crap they argue about sometimes.)

Sure enough, it was the Care Bears. Flash forward to this afternoon. The boys are getting their haircut and Son#3 is sitting in my lap, well sitting as much as he is capable of, and I say, “So you had to watch the Care Bears, Huh?”

Son#3 says, “Yes.”

I reply, “So was it the Care Bears learn how to read or something?” I’m trying to get a feel for why they were watching the Care Bears.

Son#3 looks at me, one eyebrow arched (he is very facially demonstrative), looks down his nose at me and proceeds to say with great disdain, “No. The Care Bears are all about Love Love Love, Love everything. I just want to punch them in the face.”

Heh. That cracked me up.