Eight year old boys are a huge pain in the ass. Let me just back up and state that we are at my folks for the weekend and are wrapping up a spring break that has been full of family, fun, trips and exhaustion. Anyway, back to eight year old boys. Eight year olds in general are a handful, they know everything, they are bossy, they are pushy, they are sassy, you can't tell them anything and if you are trying to get their attention, they ignore you very well and disguise it as a hearing problem. Or they just pretend they are deaf.
My nephew is eight and he runs the show around here. When I say he runs the show, he thinks he runs the show. We went to church this morning with the family and he spent the first 10 minutes of Sabbath school talking over the teacher about how he would be skipping the potluck and how he would be turning 9 soon and what date his birthday was and on and on and on. I have to hand it to the Sabbath school teacher, she ignored him with ease, it was as if he wasn't even talking but he kept at it until I shushed him. With the skill only an 8 ear old can muster he pretended he didn't hear me and kept on until he realized that no one was paying attention to him and he stopped.
Eight year old boys are a blessing too. He has managed to entertain both our kids for 24 hours and will continue to do so until the minute we turn out of sight. I say that because he always chases us down the road and entertains the girls by racing the car until we pass him up and leave him in the dust. He has filled them full of half truths and non truths and some truths and we will filter all that out when we get home. He has told them stories and whoppers and we will be hearing about "Alex said this" and "Alex said that" for the next 2 weeks. We will eagerly look forward to the next time we see him and when we do, we'll make it about 2 hours into his visit when we will look at each other and have to start saying, "Nine year olds are a pain in the ass".
I love that kid!