Con Artist

First, I must tell you that boy child has been home from school two days now with strep throat.  He has been miserable, but finally on the mend.  This morning, while getting ready for school, girl child professes that her belly hurts.  This comes on the heels of my announcement that for lunch, the cafeteria would be serving chili, cheese sticks, crackers, salad and fruit.  I'm not going to lie; normally, I would allow her to take her lunch on days where the lunch is less than stellar, but we have no food.  I haven't been grocery shopping so we are out of all the necessities including but not limited to bread, milk, peanut butter, lunch meat...you get the point.  We do, however, still have toilet paper, so all is good!  Since her ailment came after the chili conversation, I knew she was fibbing. 

On to school we went.  I did my two hours of Title 1 reading and just as I am about to get in my car and go home to relieve my mother of infirmary duty, I get a text from the school secretary notifying me that girl child had puked in the bathroom and is in the nurse's office.  Mom of the year award, right.here.  So, slough off to the nurse's office to fetch my poor child that I had deemed a liar just a few hours earlier, eat crow and apologize for not believing her. 

 

I mean, how could I have misjudged that sweet little face this morning so horribly?  Off to home we go.  I make her chicken noodle soup to treat her ailing tummy and tell her just to lay on the couch and get some rest.  All the while, I'm hoping and praying that I come out of this deal unscathed1  About an hour later, I realize she is keeping the soup down, hasn't complained one time about her stomach hurting and has her normal color.  As soon as I began questioning her, I know she has duped me, and her teacher, annndddd the nurse.  She tries to first tell me that she "thought" she threw up but that it might have just been a little mucus (gross, I know).  Ah huh, I see. 

My six year old is a con artist.  She had to REALLY want to stay home.  It took her three hours to convince someone she was sick enough to miss school. If that's not perseverance, I don't know what is! 

On to the punishment.  She is grounded from all electronic devices for a week.  She had to fold the towels and put them away and switch the loads of laundry.  Additionally, she had to clean her room and clean the sink in the bathroom.  I also made her write her teacher a letter admitting that she lied, that she knew she was wrong and it wouldn't happen again.  Probably the worst punishment of all though is she is not allowed to eat her candy that her Aunt gave her yesterday!

Forget terrible two's, we are at the six and full of tricks.  Who knows what the teen years will bring!





The Meltdown Heard Round the World

Okay so maybe it was just heard round the shoe store. It just felt like it was heard round the world! 

Does this face look like it belongs to someone who could pitch a fit like that?? Don't let her cuteness fool you.  This little lady had an epic meltdown in Shoe Carnival just the other day that made me want to point at her and say "someone needs to control their child!" Then, turn and run! 

It all started at the end of a tiresome, day long hunt for jeans and work boots for the hubs. Hubs wanted to swing in and see what they had real quick so I took sass master to the back to let her try on shoes. Lo and behold she fell in love with a pair of Steve Maddens. I have to agree with her here, they were super cute. However, they just weren't something she needed so hubs told her to take them off and put them back. Queue tears. Again she is asked to put them back on the shelf.  Queue begging, tears and thick laying of guilt trip AKA we don't love her and never buy her anything! By this time people are staring. Hubs tries to grab her and pull her close to talk to her and that's when it happens. She started running around the shelves crying and screaming so that we can't catch her!!!  At this point the Moon family is quite the spectacle. I just want to bend her over my knee and wear out her rear end then and there which is probably why my non reaction was a good thing.  Like circling vultures the other customers are now tuned completely in just waiting for us to do something. To be honest I was so shocked at her behavior that I couldn't do anything but stare at her in complete disgust and humiliation. She was acting like a spoiled rotten little brat! 

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, her daddy got ahold of her. He calmly but sternly took her hands in his, placed his forehead on hers and told her she would absolutely sit down, dry it up and put the boots back otherwise when we got home she was in MAJOR trouble. She did as she was told. 

Once safely in the car, out of earshot of any bystander, she got the lecture of a lifetime about being grateful for the things she has because there are children that only dream of having one pair of shoes much less multiple pairs. She didn't get a spanking though she needed one. I think both of us were so appalled at this child, that at the time didn't even look like our spawn, we couldn't react! So next time some kid is having a meltdown of Mt Vesuvius proportion I WILL NOT judge the parent. Lesson learned.