This morning Sadie and I were at Trader Joe's making some last minute purchases before cooking for Shabbat. We played peek-a-boo, we stared at samples, we pointed out food that looked exciting and had an overall fun time. As we were leaving the store Sadie noticed a four year old boy eating a lollipop. Sadie's right index finger high jumped out of her lap and intimidatingly pointed at the kid. A wail was heard throughout Carlsbad. Sadie wanted that candy. I told her "no" and quickly pushed the shopping cart out of the store and far far away from the two little girls standing by the door sucking on candy canes. "God I hope she doesn't see them," I murmured to myself in frustration.
We made it outside. Air. No candy in sight. I looked at Sadie expectantly hoping she had forgotten about the candy. I was wrong.
"YUMMY!!!!" She yelled at me.
Sadie believes the word yummy means (1)food and (2)something is tasty. When she is hungry she yells yummy. When she sees food she desires, she yells yummy. When I'm eating something and obviously enjoying it, she asks me "yummy?"
The word yummy gets a lot of play in our house.
When she yelled yummy at me I knew what she wanted. It was definitely not the fruit snacks in the shopping cart. And it certainly wasn't anything in my purse. It was that damn lolly. I firmly took the matter in hand and told her "no."
I'm a hero, right? Well, poor dolly got the worst of it. She got CHUCKED out of the shopping cart in a moment of frustration. Usually I pick up whatever toy Sadie throws and give it back to her. This time I decided things were going to change. I grabbed dolly while Sadie was not looking and hid her in a shopping bag.
This is the part I admit I lied to my daughter. I don't like to do it and I do very rarely. Sometime little white lies are necessary to save my sanity. For instance, we have run out of chocolate/ice-cream/cookies/etc. to spare Sadie the burden of eating sweets until she goes into a sugar coma. Now, if I make a promise to Sadie I keep my promise. I rarely use lying as a means to get myself out of trouble. However, this time, I needed Sadie to learn a lesson.
As we approached the car Sadie asked about the whereabouts of dolly. I shrugged my shoulders and told her dolly left. Dolly walked away with a broken heart after being unceremoniously thrown from the shopping cart. She loved Sadie but couldn't live with someone who cared so little for her well-being. I'm not sure how much Sadie understood. She did understand there was no dolly. We spoke about dolly the whole car ride home. I made up an entire story of dolly finding a new home and a new friend and missing Sadie but knowing it was all for the best.
The conversation went something like this (and when I say something, I may have added a few details upon introspection):
Me: "Dolly loves you but she had to go. You hurt her feelings when you threw her from the shopping cart."
Me: "Yes, Dolly may or may not need years of therapy for this separation but we all agreed it's for the best."
Me: "Look Sadie, I can't change what has happened. You messed up. Dolly had to leave."
It's been hours and Sadie has not seen dolly. I know I need to bring dolly back; however, I want it to be a joyful reunion where Sadie realizes the error of her ways and apologizes profusely to dolly.
This might also be one of those moments when I have asked Sadie to stop splashing me in the bathtub a hundred times and she continues to splash while laughing devishly so I decide to teach her a lesson by splashing her back ONCE and she freaks out. It could be one of those moments.
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