Call Him Confused, But Call Me Mommy

Funny side story about the infamous dentist appointment yesterday. While we were in the waiting area, or more accurately, the waiting and waiting and waiting area, Owen had a chance to mingle with some peers. We were alone for a while first, so I think he decided that ALL of the toys were HIS and only his. I can understand that. So I spent most of the time rerouting him whenever a child picked up any toy, because Owen would move over to that child at lightning speed to let them know it was HIS toy. Though to be honest, he was fairly distractable, and I actually found myself thinking that we have reached a nice milestone. The milestone where I don't worry about him flinging hard projectile objects (toys mostly) at people in waiting rooms while simultaneously climbing the walls and shrieking. He played quite nicely. He was just a little concerned about kids playing with his toys. It was one of the more relaxed waiting room visits we've had. And I'm probably too much of a butt-insky Mom who is very concerned that her children share everything and not do anything offensive to any other kid. (While no other mother seems to be noticing that they have children...why is that).

So one boy in particular noticed Owen's angst over sharing and decided to bug him. I would say this boy was close to Natalie's age. After being reprimanded by me for trying to grab back toys, Owen decided to have a conversation with this boy instead. The boy had a car, so Owen pointed to it and said "car." You know, like "Hey, nice car. It's mine, but it's nice." And this boy looked him in the eye and just said very firmly "No." So then Owen held up a bus he was holding and said "Bus." Again, the boy said "NO." At that point I could see the confusion rolling across Owen's face. So he pointed to the door through which Liam had disappeared to get his teeth cleaned and he said "Huhm" (for Liam). The boy said "NO." So Owen pointed to Natalie playing at the train table and said "Nahlee" and the boy said "NO." Owen looked so frustrated. He was being told that everything he KNEW to be true was now wrong. He pointed to me and said "Mommy" and the.boy.said. NO. At that, Owen looked terribly upset and just ran and hugged me and said "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!" Awwww, my poor, confused boy. I told him he was right, yes, I'm Mommy, and that's Natalie, and that's a bus, and that's a car. Silly little gullible thing. Not that I blame him, since it was only 7 months ago that I plucked him up and told him "I'm Mommy" and expected him to believe it on the spot. I guess it takes a little gullibility to so blindly believe. I hope I can help him understand that he doesn't need to also believe every silly boy that he meets.