My 4 1/2 year old cracks me up. He also scares me. Really.

The other day I picked him up from preschool. I was a few minutes early, and they were still getting their stickers. They have this system, you get two stickers a day for following the rules, and once you have five stickers, you can pick a treasure from the little treasure box. However, (and this is a new rule for this year), if you don’t get both stickers on a day when your sticker count adds up to five, you can’t pick a treasure…you have to wait until next time.

Well, I’ ve noticed that e

very once in a while my son has a bad day at school where he just decides to ignore the rules. He had one of these the other day. So, he puts his stickers under his name, counts them–5, yay! I get a treasure–but he didn’t get both stickers for that day, so the teacher tells him he can’t get a treasure.

Nothing gets to my son more than someone who tells him he can’t do something. So, naturally, he starts to throw a fit.

They try to explain to him about the rules…blah, blah, blah…

He grits his teeth and comes back with this: “I’m changing the rules!”

*sigh* I’ve had a talk with him about it, but he still insists that rules are made for changing. Boy, is he in for a rude awakening when he gets to Kindergarten next year. I have cihlls just thinking about it. :)

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In writing news, I finished out my Fast Draft progress with a total of 134 pages for two weeks. Not too bad! Although, I’d hoped to at least get 150. Still, my first draft of HER OWN BEST ENEMY is almost complete. I should finish it by the end of this week. Hoo-Yah!