okay, universe, keep this up and we may come to terms

[seldnei]

So we're out of milk, and things were getting pretty dire. My itty-bitty milk junkie needed a fix, but he didn't want to go to the store. And you can't argue logic with a 2-year-old, especially when you yourself don't want to go to the store, either.

I finally wrestled him into clothes, and he was complaining about not wanting to go to the store ... and I knew that, in this mood, taking him in and putting him in a cart was not going to be a fun time, and I am tired and do not want to deal ...

... so I asked him, "You want lunch from Burger King?"

Because BK has milk. And, it turns out, bigger milk bottles than McDonalds. And we could hit the drive-through, so if he was pitching a fit we'd be in the car, so no wrestling.

Now, I was thinking that this was, you know, not perfect parenting. Perfect parents serve all-organic fopod to their children every day no matter what and either always have milk or deal gracefully with the child who doesn't want to go to the store.

I, however, am not a perfect parent, and I have come to terms with that. Mostly.

Burger King got him in the car. Then we headed out. He wanted to hear a certain song on the iPod, so I had to hunt it down because of course it's on the album that came up weird in iTunes, so it's not in the Children's genre playlist, and it's not anywhere logical on the Albums playlist. But I found it, and off we go. I resigned myself to hearing "Special Agent Oso" over and over on the way.

After "Special Agent Oso," iTunes decided to play "We Will Rock You."

"Mommy!"

"Yeah?" I asked, reaching down to hit the "back" button.

"Can you turn it up?"

I turned it up, he listened, concentrating, then began clapping his hands and kicking his feet. (Not really in time, exactly, but getting there.)

The song ended. "Mommy, I want more stomp!"

Whilst in the drive-through, "We Will Rock You" ended and "Kings of the Wild Frontier" by Adam and the Ants came on. The Zweeble knew I was busy, I guess, because he didn't ask for "more stomp" immediately this time. Instead, when "Kings" ended, he asked me to play it again.

On the way home, though, he asked me to play "the stompy one" and then made stompy noises as I flipped back to it.

So apparently his current favorite songs are "Move It" by will.i.am, "We Will Rock You" by Queen, and "Gitchee Gitchee Goo" by Phineas and the Ferb-Tones.

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[dracoangelica.livejournal.com]

Now, I was thinking that this was, you know, not perfect parenting. Perfect parents serve all-organic fopod to their children every day no matter what and either always have milk or deal gracefully with the child who doesn't want to go to the store.

Know what? I seriously don't think that there is ANY SUCH THING as a 'perfect parent'.

Good job getting the milk junkie his milk while not causing a scene at the grocery store. Kudos.

[stotangirl.livejournal.com]

Well, if there is, I'm not it. :) But I must be doing something right, because he's a pretty good monkey.

(Hi! I am behind on everything!)