We all know that kids can say the "darnest things". But sometimes, things get said at the wrong time and wrong place. Well, this "darnest thing" was said my my oldest and most intelligent child. The kids and I were at Kroger for our weekly grocery shopping and we moved out cart to the checkout line. There I said hello to the cashier, the bagger and the manager who is standing nearby. This is the most amount of people we have seen at Kroger, but I guess Aiden wanted to wait until he had an audience. And out of nowhere, Aiden speaks loudly!!!
Aiden: MOM, I KNOW YOU'RE REALLY EXCITED THAT KROGER WILL BE SELLING WINE STARTING IN JULY!
Me: (a little embarrassed) .....What Aiden?...(The cashier, bagger and manager give each a quick look)
Aiden: I saw the sign back there. It said that they are going to start selling wine here. You're happy about that, right???
Me: (I weigh my options) Option 1 - Tell Aiden to shut-up. OR Option 2 - Own up to it.
Me: Yes Aiden, I am happy about it. Now go stand with your sister and brothers.
Aiden: (Still talking while moving) Yea, I know you are. When I read that sign, I thought to myself, "Mom is going to be really happy about that...."
Me: Okay Aiden. (On the inside I was saying, "Please shut up...shut it...quit talking...not another syllable...)
I decided to be an adult and own up to my love of wine. Besides, what was said has been said. I'm sure I will survive this embarrassing moment. But, why couldn't he say that I'm excited about the tea isle or the coffee isle? I love those drinks equally as much as wine too...
As any parent knows, whenever you receive a phone call from your child's school in the middle of the day, you KNOW it's not good. So today I received the most dreaded phone call from Aiden's school. Aiden is sick and threw up several times. I need to come and pick him up. I told the teacher that I am on my way. While driving to rescue Aiden from his public illness, I attempt to recall any symptoms of illness he might have displayed earlier that. I think to myself, "He did have a cough, but it wasn't bad...." "Maybe he got something Elliott? Elliott WAS sick the other night." I seriously cannot think of anything that might have caused him to feel ill.
Nevertheless, I get to the school to check Aiden out. When he gets in the car, I asked him what happened. Here is his statement.
Aiden: Well, a student had wasted chocolate milk in the trash can and made it leak everywhere. So Mrs. Carter said that everyone had to drink all of their milk. So I drank all of mine and I got sick. I threw up 3 times.
Me: Aiden, you only had one chocolate milk with your lunch. (I know because he takes his lunch to school.)
Aiden: I know. But I got an extra chocolate milk and a juice.
Aiden: I wanted more to drink.
Me: So you drank it all?
Aiden: Yea, Mrs. Carter said we had to.
Me: I think Mrs. Carter would have been okay with you not drinking them all Aiden.
Aiden: Well, I know. I can't drink too much milk anymore. Especially not with juice.
Me: ....Lesson learned....
Anyone who has young children know how hard it can be to get them dressed and ready in the morning. Well, 4 year-old Elliott and Elijah are no different. Every morning I have to fuss at them about putting on underwear, shirts and pants. It's even more of a hassle to get them put on their socks and shoes. I'm constantly nagging, threatening, fussing...the works. They are not the only ones I have to deal with in the morning. I also have to get Eve, who is 2 yrs old, dressed and her hair combed. (Aiden is pretty self-sufficient at the age of 7......sometimes.) Nevertheless, I just don't have time to deal with them each and every day.
So one morning, while of doing my usual ranting, I became extremely fed up. At 7am, we are suppose to be at the table eating breakfast so that we can leave by 7:20am. Well, at 7am I was still fussing at the boys to get dressed. So when we finally came down for breakfast, I threw the kids 1 cold Pop-Tart. Elliott and Elijah stared at the Pop-Tart in disbelief. They looked at each other, and then back at me. (These are boys who are used to having hot waffles, sausage, eggs, pancakes, fried bologna...basically a nice, hearty and hot breakfast each morning. Not a cold Pop-Tart.) So Elijah decided to speak first.
Elijah: Mom, where the hot waffles?
Elliott: Yea, can I have some sausage?
Me: NO!!!! I don't have time to get y'all dressed AND fix a hot meal!! So eat your cold food! We will leave in 10 minutes.
The next morning, I set the kids clothes out in the den as usual and I went downstairs to finish getting myself ready for work. At about 6:25am, I stopped to talk to my Hubby. About 5 minutes later I tell Anthony that I'm going to get the kids dressed. (I wake the kids at 6:30am and fight with them about getting out of bed.)
Anthony: Huh? The twins are already dressed.
Me: Did you dress them?
Anthony: No. I thought you did.
Me: (I yell for Elliott and Elijah to come downstairs.) Boys, did you get yourself dressed this morning? All by yourself?
Twins: Yes Mommy!!!
Me: I can't believe this!!!! I'm sooo proud of you boys.
Twins: (Smiling........enjoying the praise.......)
Then they speak:
Elijah: Since we dressed ourselves, can we have hot waffles for breakfast?
Elliott: And hot sausage and syrup?
So now I know...They will work for food......
Mommy Phoebe Free
These are simple letters to my kids...about their antics.