This morning JJ and I went to the local shopping mall to get a few things including groceries. While were in the hairdressers the shop assistant told JJ that he was really cute. He is very cute but with just about everyone telling him this he’s saying it himself now and he thinks that only small things can be cute, therefore I can’t be cute – although sometimes he tells me I’m beautiful.
This same shop assistant said that she wished her son was young again. I said, ‘Do you really?’
‘Yes’, she said so I had to ask her why.
She said, ‘The other night my son was over for dinner and at the beginning of the meal he informed us that he’d been done for driving while under the influence. By the end of the meal he told us that his girlfriend might be pregnant and they’ve only known each other for two minutes.’
‘Ok’, I said, ‘I’ll enjoy my son while he’s young then.’
Off we went to the supermarket whereupon I was nagged every half a minute to buy something that he wanted. When he finally realised I was not going to cave into his demands he thumped me on the back and not long after kicked me in the leg.
I don’t know what made him think that physical violence was going to help his cause at all. I was very pleased that I remained calm throughout all of the nightmare supermarket shopping episode and wondered about whether news of breaking the law or getting a girlfriend pregnant would be more stressful than this?
At the checkout he demanded a lollypop when we got home. I have used this device in the past to try and bribe him to behave himself in these situations where it’s not easy to discipline. I told him, no, he wouldn’t be getting a lollypop and told him why this was.
He tried to tell me it was an accident. Mmmmm, I don’t think so.
He did not get a lollypop but he has been better behaved since we got back home.