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Friday, March 23, 2007

Right Of Passage

So, today, for the first time in the history of my "momhood" I had to leave a store because my kid was freaking out.

It is still, hours later, amazing to me that Julia would be the child that would cause this to happen. In a weird way, her screaming at the top of her lungs that she "needs to drive" while people who don't know how to mind their own damn business curious onlookers jaws drop in utter disgrace that I would allow my child to behave in such a way, makes me happy. Why? Well, because, Julia "not sticking up for herself" has been one of my more main concerns with her social development so, when these brief moments of actually behaving like a typical two year old occur, I am cursing as much as I am praising (neither of which I do out loud of course because one thing Julia has perfected is repeating every thing she hears).

Still, I was royally pissed that I drove all the way to BJ's in Plymouth to pick up and spend a donated gift card for Mardi Gras purchases, and had to leave before I even had the chance to buy one thing.

It all started when she saw one of those carriages that has the car in front of it. Like every other kid in the world she loves these things. Only problem? The one she saw was in use and there weren't any others. She started off saying nice and quietly, "I need to drive," and even a few times with a "please" thrown in at the end. I explained that there were no more and her quiet manner went from "I need to drive to "I NEED TO DRIIIIIIIIIIIIVE." Crying and screaming ensued and it became apparent that there was just no way I was going to settle her so, I just left.

A trip to BJ's will be in order tomorrow morning I guess, before Mardi Gras starts.



Jay said...

You did the rite thing.

I'm surprised you never had to do it before! We've had to, or lucked out that both of us were there and one could go handle the meltdown while the other finished in the store.

The Dew's said...

Those jerks who look at you like that MUST not have children. NOT ONE MOTHER who has children would look at you like that. ANYONE in their normal mind would think ohhh poor mom been there done that.