BUTTERPROOF

I am not sure why I spend so much time trying to prove my point with my 3 year old son.  You would think it would be easy for me to just let it go, chock it up to him being 3, and move on.  But I can't.  I have to fight to the finish, especially when it is something really important, like with one of our most recent disputes.  On the way to daycare we were doing what we always do, singing and dancing in the Golden Previa (if you haven't seen one, I suggest a google search...they are pretty sweet), music all the way up (mostly to drown out the road noise..it's a 94') and getting ready for our day.  In the middle of one of our favorites (actually our favorites have to be one of the six they play on the radio because that's all we have) I stopped singing to ask Kellen if he had any underwear on.  I remembered that I was really proud of how fast he had dressed himself that morning, and just now realized that he could very well be missing some essentials.  At any rate, that's when I noticed it.  Singing the new La Roux song I heard Kellen say, "This time baby, I'll be e e  butter - proof."  I cracked up laughing and  asked him to repeat the lyric.  Yep.  He said "butterproof".  Casually I said, "Honey it's not butterproof, it's bulletproof."  He paused, "No its butterproof.  See listen.  Here it comes.  This time baby I'll be e e butter-proof."   Still in light spirits I laughed again.  "No its bulletproof"  "Mom, its butterproof."  "What does butter-proof even mean Kellen?  There's no such thing as butter-proof." "Yes there is, like in the song." Now I was getting defensive. "Oh, butter-proof like in the song where you just MADE UP that it says butter-proof?  Like in that song?" "Yep."  I was defeated.  Luckily we were finally at daycare.  I kissed him goodbye and just as I jumped in my van yelled, "It's BULLETPROOF", and slammed the door closed before he could respond.  As I drove away I could read his lips in slow motion in my rearview.  "It's Bbbuuuttttttteeerrr  ppprrrooofff."  Yeah, try telling that to Miss Charlotte.  Haha.  She's not falling for that crap either. 

It wasn't as bad as last time when he butchered the Jordin Sparks song and said "Better go and get your labra" instead of "Better go and get your armor."  That time the argument lasted all afternoon with me challenging him to go and get me a labra.  He couldn't produce and I was victorious.  I think I will be this time too because I thought all day about what my comeback would be when he inevitably challenged me again."Spell Butterproof"  Ha ha ha ha ha.  You're 3 and can't spell.  BOO-YAH!