Big Brother called me the worst mommy in the whole wide world yesterday.
I might have taken it personally had it not occurred while I was standing in line at the ice cream truck. With BB and approximately 900 of his closest friends. Money in hand. Trying to negotiate complex mathematics in order to determine if we could afford a Sponge Bob Squarepants bubble-gum eyeball’d ice cream for everyone or only Hoodsies.
“But, I hate Hoodsies”
“What? No one hates Hoodsies. You’re getting a Hoodsie.”
And then it happened.
“You’re the worst Mommy in the whole wide world!” and he turned on a sandy Croc and ran off to sulk. On the beach. Atop a stray boogie board. Arms crossed. In his freakin’ Vineyard Vines bathing suit. Next to the bags upon bags of snacks and Vitamin Waters and lord knows what else various Mommies have schlepped to the beach for the pleasure of assorted six-year olds.
Seriously, kid?
Seriously?
Welcome to my world.
Yep. It’s like living with little bi-polar terrorists EVERY SINGLE DAY.
I hope he went without even a Hoodsie…Ingrate! 🙂
Oh, and just so you know, I have reported you to the authorities…
Lol. This sounds like something my niece would do!
It’s bound to happen sometime. He’ll come round. I think if you don’t hear that at least once, then perhaps you’re not doing a proper job of mothering!
I’d pack his bags for him and tell him to feel free to go out and find a nicer mommy. Then I’d eat a Spongebob Squarepants ice cream right in front of him.
im sure he couldnt find a nicer mummy
thanks, tinkerbelle. here’s hoping he doesn’t try.