A friend of AJ’s stopped by our house one night after work this week and brought his 18 month old son, Logan. Logan is a button and he was even more squishy because he had on his blue shark pajamas. A very squeezable kid.

Avery and I were gushing over this little boy.

Nolan was not a fan. And at 2 1/2, he isn’t exactly a pro at concealing emotions.

“What is that baby doing at our house?”

“That baby has a small head.”

“That baby can’t talk.”

Avery and I certainly didn’t help matters because we kept handing Logan all of Nolan’s toys. Here’s Mater! Here’s a police car! Here’s a dump truck!

After showing Logan our Lego table, I could no longer resist picking up this munchkin. Nolan went crazy.

Nolan: {yelling} MAMA PUT DOWN THAT BLUE LEGO!

Me: What blue Lego? {checking the boy’s hands to see if he had a Lego still in his paws}

Nolan: THAT BLUE LEGO {pointing up at us}

Me: Dude! We don’t have a blue Lego.

Nolan: MAMA PICK ME UP!

Me: Fine. {ridiculously carrying both boys}. Let’s go upstairs and dance in Nolan’s room!

Nolan: NO BLUE LEGOS IN NOLEY’S ROOM! {said to Logan…who is wearing blue pajamas}

A ha. Logan in the blue pajamas = Blue Lego. I had a jealous boy on my hands. Not a super tidy boy who was batshit crazy about the location of his blue Legos.

This was a side of Nolan I had never seen. I certainly don’t condone this behavior, but it was on a weeknight after he’d been away from his family all day. He wasn’t in the mood to share and I understand that. I wasn’t really in the mood to share my family either.

I’m making Nolan sound like a spoiled brat in this story. In reality, he was sharing his toys and playing with Logan until I had to go and pick him up and go on and on and on about how cute he was while Nolan pathetically followed me around the house like a kicked puppy. That was when Nolan’s little baby brain snapped. And THEN he acted like a spoiled brat. But if I’m going to be really honest here, it was kind of sweet to see my little guy throw down for his mommy. Sweet in a sick way that you hope you never see again, but can perhaps write about on a blog of some sort to remember later when that little boy is a teenager and doesn’t give a shit about who you carry around the house as long as it’s not him. THAT kind of sweet.

If you liked this little story, you may also like this and this and this and this. Nolan is much sweeter in these posts.

If you didn’t like this, there’s probably not much on here that you would like, but thanks for stopping by to read about the day my son flew into a jealous rage.