On Monday I took the younger two boys to Ryan’s end of school program. It was a little over an hour. There was a speaker and then each student received a ribbon, each class performed and each teacher was recognized. Not exactly a treadmill of activity to occupy a 2 y/o.
To increase the degree of difficulty, I forgot Rhett’s binky. Which he informed the crowd on multiple occasions by muttering, “B, B, B, B, B, B!”. Every once in awhile he would raise his voice with a little, “B! Mommy!”. Then he would look at me with big pleading eyes and say so sweetly, “Please, B…?”. I was helpless. An amateur mistake for this overly seasoned mom.
I stuck my own finger in his mouth to have it promptly bitten. Nice. Thanks. Just trying to help you out little buddy. He finally started chewing on his own arm. Bless his flesh eating soul.
Afterward I gave Ryan a choice of three restaurants. There are three restaurants that I am willing to take three boys to unaccompanied. They are Chik-fil-A, McDonald’s and Cici’s Pizza. He chose Cici’s.
Following lunch the boys headed with hands clutching quarters to the arcade area. Rhett donated his quarters to random machines and ended up empty-handed. Reid did really well on the claw and ended up with a dozen plastic crap toys. Ryan ended up taking home most of his quarters because he is unwilling to let loose of the money. He looked into the claw machine and stated, “Mom, none of those toys are worth 50 cents.” He has a point.
Rhett grabbed the dracula teeth that Reid had won, put them in his mouth and wore them home in place of the missing binky. I would have paid more then 50 cents for that peace a few hours previously…
oh yeah. that is definitely a look.
sounds like a capitalist in the making! I wish I had that gene!
I love how that story tells so much about how each boy is different. Too cute!
I’m right there with you on only going to certain restaurants with the kiddos.
OMG, that’s totally what my kids looked like after I had a moment of weakness and let them eat the Horton Hears a Heart Attack pancakes at IHOP.
Crap-plastic must be similar to things that are craptastic, no?
I cracked up at “bless his flesh eating soul.”
That picture is very cute.
Love the photo! However, I do NOT miss the binky days!
You’ve got to love the scintillating elementary school happenings–luckily, just about the time you can’t take another one they head to middle school.
Monster teeth or a paci. I think the monster teeth are a suitable replacement. Way to go Rhett.
I think you’ve got yourself a little product to market. Fang Binkies. Might start a trend!
i keep forgetting you have a two year old! this week my six year old has to sit through my 9 year olds end of school year awards ceremony and it’s already occurred to me that this is so much easier than it used to be.
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