At age 4, Frankie can be as sweet as apple pie. He can also throw a major tantrum over the littlest thing.
Yesterday was a rough day for him. In the morning he decided he wanted a certain dragon toy to play with. The problem was that he decided to get rid of that particular toy about a year ago so we donated it to the thrift store. Try as I may to explain that it would be impossible to track it down, he insisted I find it and get it for him. "You gave it away! You can go and get it."
Not long after, he asked me to play a song on Alexa. Only he didn't know the name of the song. Or any of the lyrics. His specific request was, "Play that song that you played once when I was probably 3." When I told him I had no idea what song he was referring to, he kept insisting "Mom! You know the song. You have played it before and I liked it!"
After more helpful details like, "It has a lot of boys" and "It goes kind of like this: da-da-da-da" I wasn't much closer to guessing. At one point I asked if it was a Beatles song, and he replied with a groan and a completely exasperated voice, "Mom! Why are you messing up your life???!!"
I finally scrolled through my history on amazon and played some songs that had been played in the last couple of months. And we found it! It was "Wipe Out." (which I had actually guessed when he said the "da-da-da-da" but he said, "NO! Not that one!") I'm not sure how he thought it had lots of boys since there are no voices, but whatever.
1 out of 2 crises averted isn't bad. He was still upset about the missing dragon at bedtime.
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