Scout had gymnastics today. We then headed over to Chick-Fil-A to let them play while we all ate a bit of lunch. When I went to retrieve the kids with an ice cream in each hand, I heard two girls come down crying that a boy “up there” had hit them. When they pointed Scout out, I got him, told him that stinky boys don’t earn treats, put his shoes on him, and threw the ice cream cone in the trash. To say he was devastated was an understatement. It was a little more along the lines of ballistic. We had crying and lectures the entire way home. It mostly entailed how he wanted his ice cream, and how hitting is never allowed.
We got home, read scriptures and went to quiet time. He was pretty sad to say the least, but mostly because he disappointing me. I loved him, told him I still loved him a lot, and that my job as a mommy is to teach him how to choose the right and not do things like hit.
After quiet time, he came out and immediately gave me a kiss. Then he hung out with me next to the piano as I practiced a little bit. Then he interrupted me with the following comments:
“The first day I was ever born, I loved you.”
“When I was in your stomach and then I saw you, you were so cute!”
“When it was my birthday, it was so fun…and thanks for my water-slide and getting me those pools!”
“I always think you are so pretty.”
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He is so sweet, and definitely can charm his way back into my good graces.
Now if only I can confiscate Micah’s ice cream cone!
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