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I Also Break His Toys For Kicks When He’s Not Looking

02.25.2009 | Author: MoltoMom | Posted in Off the Cuff

My son had his first legitimate beef with me last weekend. Don’t get me wrong, he has boldly proclaimed, “I’m mad”, when I’ve given him a timeout or told him he couldn’t watch TV, but this was the first time that he had a real case against me.

My husband had taken him to his swim lesson on Saturday morning and then they picked up lunch. I was getting a haircut and by the time I came home, they had already eaten and my son was taking a nap. So, I fixed myself something to eat and noticed a half-eaten bag of chips on the counter, which I finished off, not thinking twice about it.

An hour later, my son woke up and the three of us were in the kitchen chatting. And that’s when the conversation went sour.

Son: Can I have more chips?

Me: Well…there aren’t any more chips. I ate the rest of them.

Son: (Looks incredulously at me) But I picked them out with Daddy. They weren’t yours.

(Pauses)

I’m mad at you. (Juts out his bottom lip and makes a very stern face)

My husband and I tried desperately not to laugh in his face, but our attempts failed miserably, and he went storming – arms crossed – out of the kitchen and into the living room. I eventually smoothed it over with him by acting silly and making him laugh, but I have to say, it took awhile!

And while I would like to blame the eating of the chips to the pregnancy and my voracious appetite that just won’t quit, I have to be honest and admit that I probably would have inhaled them even if I wasn’t pregnant.

Something tells me that this won’t be the last time my son and I fight over food. Perhaps this would have been a great opportunity to teach a lesson about sharing – but my heart just wasn’t in it. I felt like I was in the wrong on this one. I guess I could have asked before I pounced on the chips. They certainly would have gotten an earful if either one of them ate something I was saving for later.

So now I’m thinking ahead to my future, with another boy on the way, I’ll have to start putting names on everyone’s food and hoarding my own private stash of goodies under my bed.