Worst Mom EVER

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Last week I had the great idea to take two tired kids to an outdoor concert that started right at the Bean’s bedtime.  They held it together great at the concert and we had a great time dancing and play. The trouble started when it was time to go home.

Somewhere between the park and our car (about a quarter of a block), Scorch decided that we just had to stop by the store on our way home to buy him a toy.  I tried explaining to him that no, we don’t just buy toys for the heck of it- he gets them for birthdays, Christmas & when he earns them.  He was not happy.  Turns out he thought since the Bean was having a birthday, he too should get toys because otherwise it simply wasn’t right. And when Scorch thinks things aren’t right, he tells me loudly, with tears.

“Mom- it’s unfair that I don’t get a toy too.  Do you know what unfair means? It means that it’s not fair. If the Bean gets toys on her birthday, then I get toys then too otherwise it’s unfair.”  (I love it when my kids give me vocabulary lessons!)

I tried explaining to Scorch that no,  each of them have a birthday once a year and on his birthday, the Bean didn’t get any toys, so he doesn’t on her birthday.  He wasn’t having it, so he kept up his rant/crying/pleading/threatening tirade the entire 15 minute ride home.   When we got home, he seemed to have realized that his words weren’t making a dent, so he grabbed some chalk and drew me a picture on the driveway as I was getting the Bean out of the car.  Behold:

When I asked Scorch what he drew, he told me it was a picture of Sad Scorch crying because he had the worst mom ever. The picture is still on our driveway and I laugh every time I see it- it’s a wonder that boy has the will to get out of bed in the mornings with me as his mother.

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Quick side note- my niece, the incredible Baby Lala, now weighs over 10 lbs!!  Not to shabby for a kid who started out life at less then 2 lbs big!

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About Heather

I am the lucky mom to two kids. Scorch is my baseball obsessed 9 year old son and Bean is my crazy, loving 7 year old little girl. I'm happily married to the Hubs. We live in the middle of nowhere with two cats and one certifiably crazy dog.

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