So far I have counted three legal infractions today.
We went Wal-Mart (that in itself should be a misdemeanor). Clark wailed in the parking lot and said he did NOT want to go in. His heart was set on Sam’s Club and free sample handouts, but my membership expired, so we went to Wal-Mart instead. He wasn’t happy. He refused to get out of the van. I explained to him that if I left him in the van, someone would call the police, and they would come get him and take mommy to jail and he would have to live with another family. He thought about that for a minute with a scowl on his face. I’m not sure what his real preference is, but perhaps for the sake of not hurting my feelings, he hopped out of the van and surrendered to our shopping trip.
While I was checking out, he and Natalie somehow managed to get about 5 toy cell phones in their possession and run with them over to the blasted arcade section in front of the check-out area. I finally wrangled them back and returned all the merchandise to its appropriately unpurchased position.
When I got home, I unloaded the van. As I was putting the groceries in the kitchen, Natalie kept digging in her pocket. “I have lipstick,” she grinned. “What lipstick?” I was trying to think what she might have dug out of my backpack or van. She proudly showed me her treasure.
She smiled again, “At the store.”
“Natalie….(remember that grumpy sighing I told you about yesterday?)… that’s STEALING.” I went on to explain to her in terms that she understood that she was a robber. (She always asks me, “what if there’s a robber?,” and I say, “He’ll go to jail,” and she says, “I’ll punch him in the nose.”) I’m not sure whether she was more afraid of jail or a punch in the nose, but she got a little remorseful and said, “I’m sorry mommy.” I asked her what we should do and she said, “take it back to the store.” To be honest it feels like torture to return to Wal-mart again with my children, but it must be done.
All that criminal behavior for this little gem:
Grant is my smoochie kid. He is super cuddly and lovey-dovey. Not being much of the affectionate type myself, I’m often annoyed with his abundant loving. (I know, that’s not very nice of me, but I am.) So today, Clark and Grant were playing tag and I hear Clark say the classic line of obnoxious childhood, “You missed me. You missed me. Now you have to kiss me,” which of course Grant takes literally and chases Clark around the house for 30 minutes trying to smooch his face off. I reminded him of my tramautic childhood experience of being chased by a kissy boy around the playground in kindergarten. I also repeated my sage warning that boys who kiss people who don’t want to be kissed can go to jail.
So, I’m sure you’re all proud of me for raising a band of 3 pint-sized hoodlums. Maybe our family can just become a small gang of toddler thugs. Yesterday I cut off the bottom of sweatpants to make shorts for the boys and I used the discarded pieces as hats. How do Clark and I look?
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