New Bed

Mr. Entitlement with G'pa on Siesta Key (stealing G'ma's chair)

Ya, the new bed.  Well, that didn't work out too well.  After school we talked about it on the way home and Q was all excited to help tear down his infant bed and get the new bed.  Then there was some indecision.  There has been a lot of moving lately and although, taking down the bed isn't all that difficult it is a pain due to the tight spaces and trying to unscrew the numerous bolts so I wanted to make sure he didn't change his mind, which I figured was roughly a 50/50 possibility.  Soon, indecision turned into a full blown, on the floor, legs flailing in the air crying tantrum.  There was some Quentin confusion.  He thought he was getting a new bed, which he was.  When I introduced him to the spare bedroom bed the tantrum ensued.  I was wondering what just happened.  I was mystified.  We discussed.  We planned.  He was excited.  I was excited.  And then...how did we end up here again? 

You would think I would be getting used to such events at this stage in parenting.  After getting the kid to calm down, at least to a level where he could coherently speak he pontificated that he thought he was getting the bed downstairs.  I'm sorry, excuse me?  The bed downstairs?  Well, there is only one bed downstairs.  It's the one in the master bedroom.  You know, my bed!!  So, this kid had the audacity to think he was trading in his toddler bed for a king size mommy and daddy bed.  Oh, the nerve!  Do you think this solidifies the argument our child might be a wee bit spoiled?

It was such an entertaining turn of events that I had to allow Quentin to explain this bit of entitlement to Carrie.  I thought it appropriate she heard this grandiose idea from our three year old's mouth.  And of course it was met with hysterics.  In the end would you believe we simply created space by removing the bumper, which met his personal satisfaction and simultaneously resolved the problem while allowing me a place to lay my head even if it's for only half the night?  The other half?  Well, that would be spent in the recliner of course, which is exactly where I woke up this morning.