M & I stopped at Wally this morning on our way out of town to see if we could find a decent yellow rose for my sorority sister that just had a baby girl. There weren't any of decent appearance, so I went ahead and picked up a vase. (I'll go down the street to the flower shop and get it there but I'm not paying $6 for a vase, KWIM?). Anyway, I went ahead and got M chocolate milk and a doughnut while we were there (great breakfast, huh?) and proceeded to check out. M was on a roll. He punched the buttons on the card reader several times after I told him not to and turned it away from him, moved him away, etc.
So I really got on to him as we were walking out of the store, and we were walking at the same time as this elderly gentlemen. He was wearing a ballcap with the local VFW branch on it and he just snickered when he heard M declare, "You are just mean, mom."
The guy asked me, "Are you being mean to that boy?" through his laughter.
I smiled back at the gentlemen and replied, "Sir, I'll tell you like I've told him. If I don't get at least one "You're mean." or "I don't like you, Mommy." a day when he is acting like this, I'm not doing my job."
The gentlemen laughed and replied, "God bless you. There should be more parents out there like you."
It made me feel a little better for getting on to M--knowing that I was doing what I am supposed to be doing and that there are individuals out there that agree that it is the right thing.
M was no worse for the wear either. He climbed into his carseat and I buckled him in and he played rocket ship during our commute to town.
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