
My children have lost the privilege of going to the store with me. I have tried bribing, coaxing, coddling, crying, screaming etc. etc. etc. and yet every time we go it is the same. "Mom, can I have (fill in whatever randomness they see here, once it was a rutabaga just because we were in produce and that's what they saw.) coupled with complete choas and refusal to stay near me So much so that I have been reprimanded by people at the store. So I will begin to shop at nights alone. Heck, maybe I will even enjoy going to the store again.
Just so we are clear, Eve has NOT lost that privilege yet.
Maybe I was too harsh. Maybe I wasn't reassuring enough in my followup. For whatever reason I came out this morning and Bella was sitting in her chair at the table arms folded glaring at me.
" Honey, what's wrong?"
"Do you want to know what I just threw away mom?"
"What?"
"The paper that talked about selling your kids."
(Mental pause that sounded like "paper that talks about selling kids, paper that talks about selling kids, paper that talks about selling kids ......Do I have a paper that talks about selling kids?")
"Harry and I said we would do better, mom."
"Of course" mumble, mumble, mumble while riffling through garbage to figure out what she is talking about "AH HA.....Honey it's a Kid Sale for Clothes at Gymboree...not about selling kids.
I still haven't stopped laughing. Maybe this will be a turning point though. I'm still not ready to take them back to the store.