Well its been about a month since I posted anything. Since then I got a new camera, figured out how to use it, redid the whole house and Sincere has gotten even more intense. But I am back now that I feel comfortable with my new equipment and things have gotten a little less crazy.
They have a 3 year old preschool basketball program that is the cutest thing ever. Sincere told me he wanted to go and assured me that he would enjoy it. He said "It will make me big and strong. I want to play basketball." I prepared him all day for it and he was ready to go. Then we get there and what I feared would happen, happened.
While the rest of the kids were lined up quietly (about 12 of them) and their smiling parents sat on the bench taking pictures the hurricane swept into the gym. Sincere started off by ripping his name tag off and throwing it on the ground screaming "I just don't want to do basketball." I asked him to try. He said "I just can't. I can't do it." I sat there and talked to him about how its fine if he can't do something but he has to at least try. He was having no part of it. I did a couple of drills with him crying as we went along and when I went to sit on the bench he was screaming right behind me.
Meanwhile the other moms beady little eyes zeroed in on me. Of course the moms all had suggestions on what would get him out there playing. Like they could get him out there when I couldn't. Please. Sincere looked at each of them and told them "I don't want to play basketball. I want to sit on the bench and watch." I tried about 3 more times to get him on the court. And endured "I know how it is. My son gets like that too." Really? Because Sincere is never not like this so its not the same. And "Maybe his dad can bring him and he would do better." Which I replied "This is how he acts for everyone." And "Maybe he is tired" "Maybe he will do better next week." Maybe you guys can stick socks in your pie holes.
Seeing Sincere in a group of kids his age you can tell something is different. While the other kids dribbled the ball from one end of the court to the other (really well I might add) Sincere was in his own world. He sat there reading every word he saw and counted the lines on the basketball. While the other kids sat on their balls listening to directions about the next drill. Sincere pretended the lines on his ball were a race track and his finger was a car. Making up songs about action at the race. He even wrote his own doctors excuses for getting out of gym class. At one point in the video I captured one of his excuses that he was sick and needed a lollipop. Nice try.
After his fifth meltdown I decided to leave. Before I did I told the mom next to me "Well maybe he can be the mascot for the team."
Here is a small clip of some of his behavior.
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He's awesome :) You'll be showing this video to everyone when he's voted in as President (or Hegemon of the Universe??), and telling them you knew from the get-go that he wasn't following anybody's orders.
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