Alien

The Giant Four Year Old did not approve of the alien costume I had just spent hours an hour sewing hot-glue-gunning and could not be convinced otherwise. Until R put it on and worked it yo which hit the GFYO where it hurt: he is a performer after all (seriously, go watch that) and so he would not be outshone. From there on out, it was a solid twenty minutes of karate chops with all FOUR of his arms. I was pleased and slightly annoyed simultaneously, which is also a good summation of most of my days.

The Alien slunk up a few quiet hours later. Mom? he said. Uhhuh, I said.

I need a new friend.

Why? I said.

Because I don't have any.

While I didn't anticipate the GFYO saying that, I definitely didn't figure that kind of sucky news would come from a boy with four arms and twenty fingers. Maybe from a boy with snot pouring down his face or something like that, but definitely not from a fierce Alien kinda kid. Not from the GFYO.

I am pretty sure the dude has friends. I know he does. I think he's just tapping into some sense of his own...well, mortality is the wrong word: maybe its a sense of "i am not the ruler of every frickin universe I touch" and frankly, that's not necessarily a bad thing. 

Which is not to say I didn't internally freak out and start madly mapping out the play dates I would make. I did both those things. The Alien's four arms were flapping around as he tried to find the words to tell me what his brain was whirling with -- something along the lines of "you don't know where their houses are" so how could he possibly go over to play -- and maybe something about last year's BFF finding a new BFF -- and today there was something convoluted about what would happen if no one likes his toys which I considered just a ploy for more toys. Kids got game. And it should be noted, also got a $2 action figure.

Truth is, the whole thing is a little upsetting. Because he's four, because I lamely, wrongly figured boys didn't stress this stuff, and because, while I think the drama will be over before the weekend, it just sucks when your kid feels like ass. 

Just sucks when your kid has four super cool Alien arms that move in tandem and look nothing like the socks they started out as and you only have two human arms that, though they can hug and cuddle and stuff, will not be able to solve all the problems in his universe. Ever.

Plus, there's no "beaming up" option for earthlings like me.

There is however buckets full of candy round the bend, which works on all species I'm told. 

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PS: I realize my recent mentioning of R's MRI might have caused some stress. Let it be known the pictures were of her arm, from an old injury (or something), and that she is perfectly healthy otherwise. Your kindness and concern does not go unnoticed.