What I did was this...about eight years ago I got my son to a birthday party late. Did he ream me out then with an outpouring of great disappointment? Uh-huh. Has he continued to ream me out at least once a year since then? You betcha!
I never know when it's going to rear its ugly head...but the other night was the night.
Little guy: "It's OK for us to be a little late, mom." I was dropping him off at a band event.
Me: "But I don't like to get you places late."
Little guy: "Unless it's a birthday party!"
Me: "You're still upset about that?"
Little guy: "You got me there two hours late."
Me: "I had the time wrong. I thought I was getting you there early."
Little guy: "It wasn't just me. It was my friend, too."
Me: "I didn't even remember that you had a friend with us."
Little guy: "Well, you did!"
Me: "Know what? I don't even care about this any more. I've gotten you places early or on time ever since then."
Little guy: silence....
Me: "OK...Alright. We're here...early."
Little guy: "Thanks, mom."
OK, I guess that's it...until the next time anyway.
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