So before my big mommy story I do have to say I have an interview with "the card store" and BandBWorks tomorrow. We'll see if they look better than Younk*rs.
Yesterday if you have a Younk*rs card you received 20% off of your purchase. So Right after daycare I took Alaina shopping.
Oops, big mistake.
Alaina was bent on doing everything her way yesterday, which meant not staying close to me and ramming the stroller into things.
We had a little talk and decided that we would go home. She decided not to get back in the stroller as suggested by me, so I carried her out the store while I pushed the stroller.
The End. . . .
You mean you don't believe the Idyllic version?
Fair enough.
If someone else would have told the story they might have said it this way.
The little girl stood in the middle of the store and yelled Uh-Uh! at her mother every time the Mother told her she needed to get in the stroller or they would leave, except instead of leaving she gave her about 16 other choices, before she hauled the child up, who by now was wailing and screaming and kicking and carried her back the the elevator.
She wailed all the way out to the car . .
Through the one block drive home . . .
And for the next 45 minutes at least until she finally ran out of steam and decided she needed a drink of milk and to blow her nose.
The moral of the story is
Well there isn't one, but I'm proud of myself for not giving in and letting her win the battle of wits.
Just call me the Sicilian . . . .
3 comments:
Inconceivable!!!!!
Was death on the line too?
One small step for (wo)man one giant leap for (wo)mankind.
I once had to do something very similar to this with A. We went to W@lm@rt and got her some shoes to match her Easter dress. She decided that she wanted to keep them on and wear them home. I wouldn't have had a problem with this except that they were sandal type shoes and there was still snow on the ground. She pitched a fit and I left a cart full of groceries, etc. at the fitting room counter and told the woman I was very sorry but I refused to let my child be one of "those" children that scream through the whole store. We left and went back two days later to get the list again, and that time, she was an angel and got the shoes, but only held the box rather than wear the shoes.
It all works out in the end!
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