The boys just came back from an evening with my mom. Before I sent them to bed, I reminded them to brush their teeth and go to the bathroom again and added that they had probably had soda or something. Big Kid was instantly guilt stricken and blurted out, "I only had two candies! I know my limit!"
Laughing, I asked what he was talking about.
"He had three!" he said, pointing at little kid."One was a full-sized Twizzlers pack! And a soda! He was going to have a Dr. Pepper!"
"You're lucky they were out," little kid told me matter-of-factly, completely unconcerned.
"Uncle G gave us money and we spent it on candy. I know my limit though, I only got two items! Just two!"
"And soda!" little kid added happily as Big Kid glared at him.
"He got THREE!" Big Kid screeched back.
"Big Kid," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder and looking him in the eye,"It's okay. You should live a little."
(I may have had a glass or two of wine while they were gone because two candies and a soda is living a little, really.)
"I'm playing it safe! I know my limits, mom!" he replied.
Big Kid is always playing it safe, and probably a better parent to himself than I could ever be.
And little kid should not have had three.
3 comments:
What a great kid! I love the brutal honesty. I'm always so surprised (even after reading you since 2008 - you were the first blog I followed!) how much our boys are a mixed exact.
Hahah I was a wicked guilty kid too! A friend of mine calls them "self punishing kids," hahaha.
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