Sharing is Caring
The other day, I took Gentry to Wendy’s for lunch. I did not get any food because he was getting a kids meal and he doesn’t eat a whole lot. I just waited for him to finished and sucked diet coke like it was my nectar of life. Gentry finished his tiny frosty except for one bite. I asked him if I could have the last bite and as quickly as he could he dumped it on the table and then head butted me.
The message I got was, “I will not be sharing my food with you, you evil troll. And because you have spoken to a higher being you must be punished.” So I stood up, kicked him between the pockets, and than left him there. In my mind. I wish that is what had happened, instead I laid on the mommy guilt.
A few days later he had a cookie and I asked for a bite of it. Hmm. I am spotting a trend here. When he said, “No.” I reminded him of the other day when he had not shared his frosty with me and how mean he had been. Wah ha ha. He gave in and gave me a bite. Isn’t he the best sharer you have heard of?