So, on Thursday night Marci had a concert at school. During the concert her teacher reminded the parents in the audience there will be a party Friday morning for our kids and to not forget the treat our child promised to bring…
Huh? Treat? We don’t need no stinkin’ treat…. Of what treat does she speak? And she needs it when?
I’m sure as parents, you, too, have had that sinking ‘deer out of water’ feeling…
“Oh, yeah, Mom. I forgot to tell you. I’m supposed to bring donuts tomorrow morning.” (For 37 kids and two adults, I may add.)
So, needless to say, but I’m going to say it anyway – we headed to the store directly after the concert. We’re hurrying through the aisle and toward the donut section… mother followed by two children - lagging behind, which is par.
As she passes the candy aisle, Sophe picks up a push-pop candy on steroids. It has a trigger action which allows you to push up the flavor of your choice to enjoy – you get five choices.
Where else in life do you get five choices? On demand? With a flip of a switch?
“Mom, can I have this?”
“Only if I can hit you,” I say, hurriedly on my quest for doughy nuts.
I don’t halt, nor do I slow, but I do throw a glance over my shoulder. I’m certain she understands my quip as a solid “NO,” but much to my dismay, Sophe is continuing on behind me, push pop in hand.
I’m walking backwards now.
“Sophe. Put that back!”
“It’s okay,” she says, with a determined look on her face… “You can hit me.”
I thought I was going to pee myself.
She’d weighed her options and was fine with the consequences…
Besides – she knows I hit like a girl.
Yeah – I bought it for her – reimbursing her for the good laugh - and no, I didn’t hit her… but I reserve the right to in the future.
I hope you’re enjoying your Friday.