I was at the grocery store tonight and watched a little boy have a total meltdown when his dad took away a bag of cookies so he could pay for them. I thought to myself how fortunate I was that we had never had a grocery store meltdown. And then I remembered. The night. Morgan was about a year old. She wanted milk. She saw the gallons, all lined up behind the glass, just asking to be poured into a sippy cup. But I was not a good mom (yet), and I had no cup.
I calmly explained that we would just have to wait. No, you don't need to read that again. I actually thought that my little pep talk would do the trick. It didn't. She wailed. She sobbed. I wailed. I sobbed. Things got so bad one of my neighbors stopped me in the dog food isle and told me to stick a bagel in Morgan's mouth to shut her up. I'm wiser now. I keep bagels in my purse...just in case any more neighbors get out of line again and need me to shut them up.
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Oh Amy - I don't remember that story, but I do remember Morgan at that age. What a sad face! I just want to kiss both of you and make it better. Love you, Mom
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