Here's how it went down yesterday….
I told my six-year-old that he could not attend a lengthy middle school/high school awards ceremony last evening. He really wanted to go (for the potential desserts at the end), so he began to beg. I told him again that he could not come with us.
He soon presented me with this:
|"That is why my mom is evil." |
FYI: My son told me later that this is a picture of me (Leila), as an evil wizard (note the hat and magic wand). Our house is being hit by lightning strikes. At least I am smiling!
When informed that he still could not attend, he soon handed me this:
|"Well, I don't like you."|
And then, this:
|"Then I don't like you at all."|
Next, in case I missed his point:
|"I said, 'I don't like you.'"|
When the answer was still "no", he brought out the big guns:
|"If you don't let me go, I will never let you tuck me in, and you do not get to spend time with me."|
Alas, the answer remained "no", and he followed-up with my personal favorite:
|"Wow. You are a horrible mother."|
But never fear. There are moments of great joy, which sweeten the stings of parenting. For eventually, his final note to me was this:
And best of all, even though he was not allowed to go yesterday, he does get to attend the long high school graduation of his brother, tonight. I hear there will be desserts!