Sign Language Sass
Oh man, my little guy at respite was SO cranky tonight.
Every once and awhile if he's good, I'll pull out my phone and let him watch short little Mickey cartoons. Usually only a couple though, because he's two and I don't want his eyes to glaze over and turn into little zombie-like squares.
I'd only been over for five minutes when he grabbed me by the hand and pulled me towards my coat. He pushed my hand toward the pocket and signed "more", meaning he wanted the phone. He rarely signs without being prompted so I was pretty pleased.
"Good signing buddy! Can you say please?"
He signed please, and I was so proud that I decided it wouldn't hurt to reward him a smidge. We watched a few videos and then I signed "All done!" and put the phone away.
Turns out he was definitely NOT "all done".
He threw the biggest temper tantrum I'd ever seen him throw. It was so bad that his mom came up from her work downstairs to see what was going on. At one point he actually snuck into my coat pocket and pulled the phone out for himself. I immediately signed "no" and put the phone up high on the mantle out of his reach. Inconsolable, the two-year old began hurling cars across the room like an ancient Greek shotput champion as he ugly cried and stamped his feet.
By then it had been like twenty minutes of this, so I decided to see if I could distract him with something else. I sat down and began playing with a train while he remained pointing up at the mantle in hysterics.
I moved over to play with the toy cars, and not long after heard two little legs running over. All of the sudden, a pair of little hands grabbed the cars out of my hands, and threw them in the toybox. I looked up at the two-year old.
He looked me straight in the eye and signed "all done".
And that's the story of how I got sassed in sign language.
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