Yesterday I vowed to never ever ever ever take Gage to Target again. And I’m totally going to stick to my guns on this one, until of course I need to go to Target again, which actually might be tomorrow.
Because yesterday, I made a total rookie parenting move, and paid for it dearly.
He was being such a good little shopper, and I was proud of him. And while I’ve never done this before, I decided to treat him for his behavior.
Gage, do you want to go pick out a little car from the toy isle?
If your a mom to a young boy, chances are you know exactly what cars I’m talking about. You know, the .92 cent Hot Wheels, or .88 cent Matchbox cars.
But when we got to the toys, he didn’t want anything to do with the less than a dollar cars. Naturally, he wanted a $11 car. And then a $52 somthingsomthingstupid toy. Which can I just rant for a second that the less than a dollar cars are kept way up high, and the expensive toys are at 3 year old eye level? Well played, Target.
I desperately tried to woo him with the little cars, but he wasn’t having it. We argued/begged and bartered in the toy isle for a good long time, he became defiant, and there was no turning back.
When the situation escalated to a full blown kicking on the floor temper tantrum, I picked him up and headed to the door. He was screaming at me, growling “you’re mean” as loud as he could, and even at one point started to yell “ouch ouch ouch you’re hurting me” even though I was not at all hurting him, but merely carrying him out of the store.
But wait, there’s a silver lining to the story!
For the very first time, nobody once rolled their eyes at me during my moment of weakness. The cashier was really helpful, although she did ask Gage if he needed and nap, which YES. And then in the parking lot, an elderly woman held her umbrella (it was raining sideways) over poor and ignored baby Paul’s head while I literally had to wrestle Gage into his carseat.
On a related note, it was 80 degrees in Indianapolis today. Gage insisted on wearing his Halloween costume all afternoon.
We even walked to the park to play, where he only threw one fit next to the swings. I’ll tell you what, tempertantrum are way more tolerable when the kid is wearing a Brobee costume.
photo by casey.