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NOT! The boys and I went to the mall today to buy shoes for Jacob. The ones he was wearing were 9.5, he needed 11. 
Bad enough, but not the reason for my post.
We'd made arrangements w/the neighbor for her kids to come play when we got home - IF - the boys were well behaved at the mall. Jacob was, Quinn wasn't, so when we got home, Jacob went to the neighbors house and Quinn had to stay here with me. Quinn went about screaming and yelling - opening the front door and yelling "I want you back Bobo (Jacob)!" And I thought my best course of action was to ignore the tantrum. I thought that - until I heard the front door beep, then slam, and when I ran to the door, Quinn was gone. I open it to see him bolting across the cul-de-sac in his stocking feet and short-sleeve t-shirt to the neighbors house. I follow him there and my neighbor greets me by telling me Quinn said "I'm running away and Bad Mommy is trying to catch me."
It made us laugh so hard that I totally lost my composure and couldn't regain it quickly enough to drag him home (and frankly - I was done.) Parental failure? Yes. Do I know I will pay for it later? Yes. But at that moment what I really needed was to laugh and commiserate with my friend.
I told Quinn that he'd have to deal with Daddy when he got home.
Bad enough, but not the reason for my post. We'd made arrangements w/the neighbor for her kids to come play when we got home - IF - the boys were well behaved at the mall. Jacob was, Quinn wasn't, so when we got home, Jacob went to the neighbors house and Quinn had to stay here with me. Quinn went about screaming and yelling - opening the front door and yelling "I want you back Bobo (Jacob)!" And I thought my best course of action was to ignore the tantrum. I thought that - until I heard the front door beep, then slam, and when I ran to the door, Quinn was gone. I open it to see him bolting across the cul-de-sac in his stocking feet and short-sleeve t-shirt to the neighbors house. I follow him there and my neighbor greets me by telling me Quinn said "I'm running away and Bad Mommy is trying to catch me."
It made us laugh so hard that I totally lost my composure and couldn't regain it quickly enough to drag him home (and frankly - I was done.) Parental failure? Yes. Do I know I will pay for it later? Yes. But at that moment what I really needed was to laugh and commiserate with my friend.
I told Quinn that he'd have to deal with Daddy when he got home.
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