Today has been a funny day. Today has also been a painful day. You want the funny or the pain first?
Ok, I’ll start with the funny. We were running errands this morning, and I went to Petco to buy our dog and cat food for the month. T knows that they have dog treats at the checkout, so he asked the cashier for one. She obliged, and I thought, “Wow, he’s so thoughtful! He’s going to make Helo a really happy dog when we get home.” I loaded the pet food into the trunk, strapped him into his carseat, and we headed off to our next destination, which was in an adjacent shopping center and parking lot.
I opened his door to take him out of his carseat, and I saw part of the dog treat in his hands, and moist crumbs of it all over his t-shirt and shorts. His tongue was hanging out of his partly open mouth, with a few dog treat bits stuck to it, and he was making this disgusted face. I was far too amused to get upset with him, and I figured he had already had enough punishment by attempting to eat that dog treat!
We made it through that errand, and went to our next errand. I told him before I got out of the car that he was going to have to ride in his stroller. The big boy that he has become is highly opposed to riding in a stroller. He wants absolutely NO parts of it. He will tell anyone who will listen that he is a big boy and he can walk. I’m well aware of this, but after repeated outings where he chooses to walk, and I end up carrying all 35 pounds of him, I prefer to deal with him being upset while pushing him in the stroller. Today he was especially against the stroller ride, so he immediately started to cry when I told him he needed to ride in the stroller. Being the pushover that I am, I bargained with him and told him that he could walk ONLY if he actually walked and did not ask me to pick him up. I told him he would have to walk like a big boy, without hopping, stomping or jumping. He said “Ok”. Lies, they were all LIES!
We walked inside to find a line of about 15 people ahead of us. I immediately knew this would not go well, but remained in line and decided I could deal with it. I immediately felt my body temperature rise, knowing that this experience would be like pulling teeth for me, but really hoping the sweet tea I was waiting in line for would make up for it at the end.
We were about 5 seconds into our wait in this line when T decided it would be fun to play the stomping game. You know–the one where you stomp all over your mother’s feet? Yeah, that’s the one! Oh, by the way, I was wearing flip flops. I looked down at my toe, because one of those stomps was kind of painful. I see blood pooling up on one of my toes. Nice! Here’s a photo of the damage:
Can you say, “Ouch!”?
Oh, and by the time I finally got to the sweet tea, they were out…so it totally wasn’t worth the wait or the pain this time!