"What?!" You exclaim. "Alex is an Angel!"
Eh. Notsomuch.
Don't get me wrong, I still maintain that Alex on his worst day is still better than the worst kid on his best day, but Tuesday was the day it happened. He threw a public tantrum and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.
The worst of it? He was getting his hair cut.
This is his third haircut. You might remember that the first two were hugely successful. He was such a good boy and sat still and even got a sucker when it was all said and done. Not this time.
Basically, he screamed and screamed and wouldn't sit still. I'm not into bribing a kid to be good, but he wasn't even having the cookie or sucker I offered. Obvi, I was flying solo, so Joe wasn't there to help with reinforcements and I pretty much just wanted to disappear into the floor and never return.
That said, we survived. But even survival at its best still resulted in my kid looking like he joined the Marines:
The few. The proud. The Alex monster.
2 comments:
nice gator tee...wonder what amazing town that came from???
I hate when I am *that* mom and my kid is *that* kid! It rarely happens, but that doesn't matter, because every other mom around you immediately thinks that you are always a terrible mom and your kid is always a tyrant. I totally remember the 1st time my kid was *that* kid too, and it was easily 3 years ago. Oh well, at least you don't have to see those people again :)
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