Thursday June 26, 2008
Picked up the Yahoos from a stay with the Grandparents today. They had a lovely time. They also had a couple of balloons each (as did the cousins). The Yahoo's Uncle was tired of the balloons getting in the way so he started to pop them. This is where I thought "Oh. My Yahoos would love to take a balloon home. I'm going to save those balloons from sudden death and put them in the car."
I take the balloons to the car. The Yahoos get in the car. I open the door and say, "Hey Yahoos. We won't see the cousins again for a year. Do you wanna hug them." They say yes.
The Yahoos hug the cousins and go back to the car. Both Yahoos open a car door at once and suddenly - without warning - like 18 caged and ravenous monkeys, the balloons escape and drift into outer space.
Both Yahoos wail and cry as if they've each lost a hundred dollar bill, their first born and a litter of pigs.
What do I do? I cry too. Then drive them to purchase a replacement.
Balloons can be replaced. Other stuff cannot.
*** (Don't call the Love and Logic police on me. I realize that I caved to the pressure and didn't allow them to receive the natural consequence).