We Don’t Negotiate With Terrorists

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The Hubs and I took the kids to the park after dinner tonight.  We had to take two cars so the Hubs drove the kids there and I drove them home.  Evidently on the way there, the Hubs told them they could drive a special way home.  Too bad no one shared this piece of information with me, so I drove right past that “special” way.

You would have thought I ran over our dog with the way Scorch reacted.

He demanded I turn around immediately to go back the way he wanted to.  The problem is that the way he wanted to go wouldn’t take us home, so I told him I’d go another way that’s even more fun because it’s right by his best friend’s house.

He didn’t buy it- cue the waterworks and the demands.

“If you don’t turn around right now, then you have to give me two marshmallows when we get home!”

“If you don’t turn around right now, then we have to go to the store first thing tomorrow to buy me a toy.”

“If you don’t turn around right now, then I’m going to need 3 books tonight to make this up to me.”

And on and on and on.  All I could do was laugh and simply tell Scorch that I don’t negotiate with terrorists.  He didn’t understand, but he didn’t get anything he demanded for either.

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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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