This morning as soon as my little guy woke up I told him the exciting plans I had for the day.
Me: "So, we're going to ride our bikes downtown this afternoon to see the awesome marching band thing we saw last year."
Little guy: "OK."
A little later this morning I mentioned to him again about how excited I was about it.
Me: "This will be so much fun! And I'll even take you out to eat while we're out."
Little guy: "What are you talking about?"
Me: "The marching band thingie, we already talked about it this morning."
Little guy: "No we didn't. I have no idea what you're talking about."
Even later...when we were working on a snack before we were going to go.
Little guy: "I've never been to this thing you're talking about."
Me: "Yes, you have. Here, look on my computer at last year's pictures."
Little guy: "Oh, that."
Me: "You loved it, don't you remember?"
Little guy: "Why do you always make me go to things like this?"
I go outside to talk with some of my lovely neighbors and I'm walking back in as little dude runs out with his phone. A friend had called wanting him to go do something with him later that afternoon.
Little guy: "Can I go with him?"
Me: "No, you're going to HONK! with me."
Little guy: "I can't," he tells his friend all defeated like.
Me: "Do me a favor, ask him what he was wanting you to go to."
He asks, his eyes brighten, and animation takes over his face.
Little guy: (talking to his friend) "Hey, my mom and I are going to that, too. Awesome, we'll see you there!!"
Suddenly my plan for the day is awesome in my kid's eye. I owe his friend a big high five (that's appropriate, this particular friend is totally into high fives).