Dynamite, mutts and other hazards

Bright Eyes went on a playdate this afternoon. It was a great success and apparently he had a wonderful time. 

Unfortunately, all the stress was just a little too much for him and by the time 7pm rolled around he was calling me a 'mutt' and being generally obstreperous. He refused all help, pushed me away and then told me he'd poured his milkshake (full of potions) down the sink.

"Where are you on the sad-0-meter?" I asked.

"A number 5" he pouted.

"What do you need?" I asked.

"To blow up the house," he said.

"Really?" I asked. "Hmmm. I wonder what you would need for that."

"Dynamite," he said. "I need dynamite."

"Oh, that's interesting. I wonder where you would buy that," I said. "I don't think there's a dynamite shop here in town."

"Hmmm," he said, thinking. "Maybe on the internet. Maybe on ebay?"

I pulled up ebay and typed in dynamite. A dog toy, some lego bits and some glue came up. We looked through them, but found no real dynamite.

"That's no good," he said. 

"I know," I said. "How are you feeling now on the sad-o-meter?"

"Hmm. About a 3," he said.

So I typed into Google: 'buy dynamite to blow up your house'. We found a few images of houses blowing up, but then his mind got distracted and he started wanting to look up 'dashy dynamite', the little mascot off Kinect Sports Season 2, his favourite XBox game.

"This is cool," I said. "Tomorrow we could make a cover for your homework book with Kinect images."

"Very cool," he said, and we looked some more.

A few minutes later I said, "How are you on the sad-o-meter now?"

"I'm not on the sad-o-meter," he said. "I'm on the happy-o-meter."

"Cool," I said. "WIll you drink your milkshake now?"

"Yeeee-ees," he said.

"But you know," I said. "I don't like being called a mutt. It's not okay. I don't mind if you're angry. But you've got to watch your language."

"I can't help it," he said. "My brain goes loopy."

"Yes, but you can help the words you use when you are angry," I said. "And think about it. If you call me a mutt, I might start limiting your computer time. How would you like that?"

"Hmm. Not at All," he said.