My son woke me up yesterday morning with the creepiest whisper in my ear, “It’s mothersssss dayyyyy!!!!!” followed by a hacking cough in my face.
He’s been dying to show my what he made at school for me, but it will not come without conditions.
I was informed that I will receive my gift at the end of the day IF I’m nice to him. I was given three “tallies.” Three chances to get it right.
By 9am I was down to two tallies because I told him I was not going to buy him a gift at the grocery store.
By 11am I was down to one tally because I told him to stop pushing our dog down.
At 11:14am I lost my last tally because I said, “KAINOA KNOCK IT OFF!” while he struggled to yank a blanket off his snuggled up sister.
So I reversed his tally system and told him for every tally I take from him it’s one less gift he’ll get for his birthday this summer.
I took one tally away for whining about not getting a toy from the grocery store.
I took one tally for pushing our dog down.
And I took one tally for yanking a blanket off his snuggled up sister.
Come July he’ll actually owe me gifts.
It will be a Mother’s Day worth waiting for.
Betsy says
That is awesome.
Gigi says
Kids…you gotta hand it to them; they are creative. But usually, it backfires on them!
Katherine says
What do our kids think we are? Amauters?