G dearly loves to play on the computer. Pbskids.org is one of his favorites and he would happily spend oh, probably twelve solid hours trying new games, browsing, playing his favorites like "the boat game" where he steers a raft down a river filled with boulders, piranhas and countless other potential things to bump into and *gasp of horror* slow down. It's almost always a battle to get him off the computer for dinner or a trip to the grocery store and he usually ends up angry and sad. He gets through it with several hugs and five minutes or so to readjust to the world.
His dad and I both work on computers, from home so he hears us say "I'm working" fairly often. I was still completely shocked to hear him answer my question "What do you want to eat for dinner?" by saying "I'm working!" in a sort of Mo-om, I'm doing something really important here... Can't you see my cartoon bunny is halfway through jumping up various ledges to the treasure?! tone. Whoa! I was annoyed and amused and proud all together. I mean, what an attitude, right? But, hey, G has never never sassed me before. He's told me no, and pushed me and told me to stop... but "I'm working" took quite a bit of finesse and style. He's so limited in his language that I see sass as quite a breakthrough. We celebrate it all, even the things I'm sure I'll be banging my head on the wall because of in no time at all.
So I smiled for a second, and then I reminded him that "I'm busy" would be a more appropriate way to tell me his purple jumping bunny cannot stand to wait while he answers my pesky questions about dinner options. Then I decided next time I want to tell him that I'm working, I should really reconsider. It's definitely making an impression.
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