James was pumped up Friday night about a brutal battle of tug-of-war in the East High weight room, and he didn't hesitate to show me his moves. Then we went to see the movie "Big Miracle". Although James liked the whales, the storyline was a little too slow moving for him. He was happy to get back to my house to make his Pillsbury cookies. He was fascinated with a travel neck pillow he found left out from my recent trip to San Francisco and wore it all night. All was well, and James was one Burger King Ultimate Breakfast Platter and large Dr. Pepper away from the perfect weekend. However, I wasn't paying attention Saturday morning and suddenly realized we had missed the 10:30 a.m. Burger King breakfast deadline. This news resulted in James having a full-blown meltdown complete with alligator tears and a toddler-like tantrum. James could not be consoled, and he didn't understand why we couldn't just go to Burger King and get what he wanted. James thought Mark was taking too long to get in the truck, so he honked the horn and yelled, "I want to go home. This is bullsh**t!" Although James' behavior was completely inappropriate, in his defense, the 10:30 a.m. fast food breakfast deadline has also caused me a lot of anxiety over the years. Maybe I want an Egg McMuffin at noon! Mark and I took James home where my mom tried to talk to him about how adults have to learn to accept disappointment to which James replied, "I don't want to be a man!" I could tell James was still mad at us when we left. As we walked out the door, James yelled at Mark, "Goodbye diphead!"
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