We had a hellish experience at the grocery store last night, the details of which I can't quite bare to relive just yet...let me summarize with it's inclusion of a small boy who hit his baby, pinched his mother, spit on the cart, screamed at passing customers, tore candy bars of the shelf and so on...like I said, don`t make me relive it.
You know when you are doing groceries to the accompaniment of wailing children and you wonder ``sheesh! who is that kid! Well...last night, it was mine!
On the way home, trying my best to stay calm and collected I explained to him that when we got home (he had received 1000 warnings in the store that this would happen should he not be obedient) I would put him in his pajamas and put him right to bed. There was no show, story, song or snack tonight because he had made bad choices and was hurting us so it wasn`t safe for us to be around him.
``Ben, do you understand``
``But Mommy...(in his falsetto sweet voice) just think of all the good times!``
It didn`t save him from his bed but did make me laugh (in my head...)