The problem with big kids is that they can read.
Oh, sure. Tell me that’s a good thing. Tell me that literacy is important. Tell me it’s a bedrock of society.
Then take my big kids to Disneyland with signs abounding.
Add in my daughter’s spiritual gift of manipulation,
and the fact that I regularly cave under pressure,
and the end result is that this trip is going to cost me a touch more than my little kids’ trip. Both in terms of money and in terms of my middle.
Thing is, when I cave,
my kids are smart and positively reinforce my negative behavior by snuggling up and willingly taking smiling photos with me.
What’s a mom to do?
I say, ice cream bars all around!
2 responses to “Reading”
Ok, I am pretty sure that the picture of you and Ian is the best picture I have ever seen of Ian! I think the sacrifice was worth it 🙂
You’re so right, Jody! I should do an entire post full of Ian’s usual photos and the reason why he’ll someday believe we loved the other kids more due to the few pics of him I can actually scrapbook. If only I’d known that I could pay him with ice cream.