Last night were coming home from play rehearsal.
OK, not rehearsal, exactly…it was “move-in” day at the theater; the place were the cast has been practicing is not where the performance will take place at the end of this week.
If you would like to see the show, please let me know and I can get you in touch with my friends PA or JG to get some tickets! It is Narnia, and performed by CYT.
But I digress…
You didn’t really need to know all that superfluous information. All you really needed to know was that we were in the car.
Have you noticed that many of my posts recounting conversations between myself and the PBA take place in the car?
This means one of two things. Either a) I don’t listen to a think they say when we are at home, or b) they don’t talk to me except in the car.
I am inclined to think that it is most assuredly b), but truth be told, it is probably a combination thereof.
So…we were in the car. And because my husband had a couple birthday freebies (yes, I make him sign up for this stuff too, but not to the extent that I do; he has a limit, apparently), I decided…I mean Mr. Always Random graciously offered…to give them to the PBA for their Advent treat.
Yes, I’m always looking for free gifts, right?
So…his freebies were for two free one-scoop sundaes at Culver’s.
And who doesn’t love that?
The boys went in and got them, with the understanding that they would put them in the freezer to eat AFTER dinner.
Lest you be confused, we had not yet eaten dinner. “Why didn’t you just eat at Culver’s?” you may be asking. Clearly we have not yet met.
Allow me to introduce myself: I am Mrs. Always Random and Usually Shallow…and I am also cheap.
And because I had chili all ready to eat at home.
And because I had jammies at home which were waiting for me.
So…they got their sundaes and we were on our way home. We live about 5 minutes away from Culver’s.
I figured this was a short enough distance to withstand not eating a one-scoop sundae.
Apparently I was incorrect.
Wait…I must interject something here. It is NOT as though the PBA were starving in any way, shape or form. They had just eaten leftover pizza before we left the theater. JUST eaten it. In fact, the 10yo was eating it as we were walking out to the car.
So they were definitely NOT “starving”.
And the following conversation took place:
Me: I hear your lips smacking back there.
10yo: Well, I only ate some of the Reece’s from the top.
Me: OK, but did I already tell you that you couldn’t have that until after dinner?
10yo: Yes…but I only took one bite.
Me: But is that still eating?
Me: So if I hear you (yes, this was part of my problem right there…I’m basically telling him to be more devious…but that’s not the point of the story here; this post isn’t about my inept skills as a parent. It is about his disobedience.) eating again, then I will throw it in the trash and you won’t get any at all.
NOTE: I may have been a little hungry at this point; lest you be confused, I never would have thrown away perfectly good ice cream. That was "Mean Mommy" coming out. I don't know where she came from, but I think she was mad that she didn't get any frozen custard. And she had NOT just eaten pizza.
At this point, I think a light shone down from Heaven.
12yo: Actually, Mom, don’t throw it away; what you should do is eat it yourself and make him watch.
Oh, my young Padawan…I am so proud of the way you thought of that consequence so quickly. You will most definitely be a terrific Daddy someday…