I knew this day would come. It did with Dylan and there was no reason to expect Xander to somehow dodge this inevitable landmark, but it’s still caught me off guard. He’s started giving us hints of what he’s going to be like when he’s angry. And, yes, the early indications are that we’re not going to like him when he’s angry!
From day one, he’s been a chilled-out little lad with a nice temper. Very well natured and happy to go with the flow. A gentle giant among his peers. Perhaps this is why his recent exhibitions of grumpiness have taken us aback.
Gone are the days when the only time he would be anything other than chipper could be attributed to teething. There’s a new bugbear in his repertoire – not getting his own way. The most specific example of this relates to one of my own bugbears: Peppa effing Pig.
If he’s denied the opportunity of watching an episode, he makes sure we know about his dissatisfaction. He wails the bratish little future bacon sarnie’s name, stomps around the living room. He also hits his own head – an irritating habit he’s learned from Dylan – and wears a perma-scowl on his face until he either gets his own way or is distracted by something else.
When the advert breaks come on, he gets a right strop on and, during those woefully few golden hours of the day in which the badly-behaved porker isn’t on any channel, he wanders around morosely like an alcoholic at closing time, muttering her name.
It’s not just Peppa he has a strange obsession with though. As I’ve mentioned before, he’s a climber/lemming and is the most driven child I know. He still climbs the toilet but, thankfully, he no longer tries to fall off it once he’s up there.
He now has a goal when he reaches the summit of the khazi. Grabbing his toothbrush from the sink and cleaning his teeth! Of course, we don’t like him standing there as he could still fall but will he accept being removed? Of course not!
I always like to look for a positive in things though. With that in mind, I’ve been trying to find a bit of commendable behaviour in among all the mini tantrums and there was a corker the other day. One of the Cillit Bang adverts – that you inevitably see 473 of every day if you’re watching the channel that shows my least favourite anthropomorphic farmyard animal ad nauseam – appeared on the screen.
Before the hirsute actor who pretends to be a bloke called Barry Scott had a chance to complete his ‘witty’ remark about turbo power, Xander had put down his toast, pointed at him, adopted the look you see in the picture above and said “No.” Good lad!
He may well like my nemesis, but at least he’s not going to tolerate the short films about capitalism that punctuate the endless episodes of it. I’ll take that!