This happened a week or so ago, but it was just too good not to link up with MiMi for her F Bomb Friday.
Bug is EXTREMELY routine oriented. The things in his day do not necessarily have to happen at he same times (most likely because he can't tell time), but each of the expected "highlights" have to happen in a specific order.
Breakfast-->Morning Snack-->Lunch-->Nap-->Afternoon Snack-->Daddy Home-->Dinner
Any variation in this can result in grave consequences for everyone in the surrounding area.
Summer has been rough.
Normally, he would have breakfast at 7:30, Snack at 9, Lunch at 11, Nap at 12, Snack at 3, Dinner at 6.
But, since I have been responsible for breakfast, and morning and I agree to disagree until 8, everything has been pushed back.
Breakfast usually occurs at 8:30, which means the kids don't finish until snack time.
Obviously, they don't need snack yet.
One day, it was 11 or 11:30. I started to ask the kids what they wanted for lunch. Bug was NOT happy.
"But we habn't had our morning nack yet!"
"Bug, it is lunch time. You don't need a snack. It's silly to feed you a snack and lunch at the same time."
"BUT I WANT RUIT NACKS!!!"
Bug proceeds to throw himself on the floor, kicking and screaming.
There was no reasoning with him.
I sent him to his room to cool off. It didn't work.
As I took down lunch orders, I had an idea. I thought that handling this in a creative manner, would teach him a lesson.
I called him downstairs.
Armed with the bucket of fruit snacks, I asked him what he wanted for lunch.
When his response was "Root Nacks", I was not surprised.
I gave him a choice.
"You cannot have lunch and snack at the same time. If you want a snack, you are giving up lunch, understood?"
I took his continued tantrum as compliance with these terms.
I threw a handful of fruit snack packets in his direction.
He looked stunned.
At least we're done screaming...
He picked up the beloved snacks, and carried them upstairs with the understanding that they were his lunch.
I made the other kids their requested sandwiches, and thought that Bug would join us after realizing that his was not a suitable lunch.
I was wrong.
Instead, I hear: "Yay! Now I hab root nacks whe-eber I want! This is the best wunch eber!"
Guess that didn't work.
I think I'll start working on my acceptance speech for Mother of the Year...
Now, go link up your stories with MiMi. You know you all have them!