When: last Tuesday morning
Who: Garrett and Landon
Why: We needed a bunch of stuff from Costco that I had been putting off getting, like toilet paper and paper towels. I figured it was time since the kids were complaining about having to wipe their asses with paper bags.
After being confined in the cart for longer than they had anticipated, the boys started screaming, "Out..out! I wanna walk". So, I let them out of the cart, threatening them with, "You need to stay right next to me or else...."
But the excitement of being set free in an open environment such as Costco was too much for the little guys to bear. Before I knew it, one was running off to the next aisle while one was admiring the numerous packages of sodas. I told Landon, "Come on, we need to catch up to Garrett...and we're not buying soda anyway so let's move on".
He Fuh-reaked (yes, with a capital F). And we're talking not just the "I'm gonna throw my body down on the ground right here and shriek as loud as I can" kinda tantrum. We're talking arms swinging left and right trying to hit me, high-pitched screams coming out of his mouth, "No, Mommy....I mad at you!!" THEN he threw himself on the ground and refused to move.
I said, "Alright, well, I'm gonna go catch up to Garrett. Hope you know your way home".
He didn't budge. Now, he was laying on the ground, screaming and crying so loud that I'm sure everyone in Costco could hear...."Mommy, get back here right now! I want soda! I mad at you!!"
The further I moved away from him, the louder he got. I got Garrett back in the cart and continued to glance back at my precious 2-year old, who was obviously having a bad day.
Two ladies passed by me, while staring at Landon. One said, "In this day and age, it's probably not very wise to leave such a young child by himself".
I smiled politely and said, "He's been tantruming like that for the last few minutes. I'm not giving in to him so I walked away. I can still see him from here, just like you can".
One of the ladies frowned and said, "Yes, but anyone can just come by and grab him".
Trying to keep a straight face, I said, "You honestly think someone's gonna try to kidnap a 2-yr old child who's screaming at the top of his lungs, having a tantrum that badly?! If someone's gonna kidnap anybody, I'd be more worried about that child over there, who's calmly and quietly sitting in the cart, while her mother walks away from her to grab a food sample."
They both looked over to the little girl I had mentioned and they nodded their heads, obviously in agreement. Apparently, I had made my point.
I said, "If anyone was gonna try to take my kid while he's acting like that, more power to them. I can guarantee they'd be bringing him right back, begging for his mother to come to the front of the store and claim him".
I grabbed my cart, with Garrett just sitting there watching this whole thing go down and repeatedly asking, "Mommy, you get Veggie Straws for me?", and returned to Landon, who was still laying on the ground with red puffy eyes. He refused to get back in the cart but he did allow me to hold him.
Compromising is good. Giving in is not. Even if two overly nosy and opinionated women thought I was the most horrible mother in the world.
Memorable conversation of the day:
Cole: Mommy, when I get older who will I marry?
Me: You can marry anyone you want.
Cole: Can I marry Bella?
Me: Uh, no...you can't marry family members.
Cole: Well, you married Daddy and he's a family member.
Let's talk about lunches... yours, not kids
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