I have another blog for friends and family (I don’t post it publicly). I posted this story the other day and it was just too good (in a terrible sort of way :] ) to not share.
Enjoy my story of trauma while raising a toddler!
My Child the Monster
Subtitled: The worst 35 minutes I’ve ever spent in Target.
Gavin has picked up a few bad habits since moving into a classroom with older toddlers. One of those is spitting. The other is squealing.
We were in Target yesterday afternoon. Quick trip, just needed to grab a couple things. Gavin was sitting in the front of the buggy….spitting. I tried the discreet “No, no. We don’t spit.” He kept spitting. I tried the firm-through-gritted-teeth “Mama, said no. Stop spitting.” He kept spitting.
I popped his mouth. He kept spitting. I kept popping his mouth. He started covering his mouth with his hand when he would spit so I couldn’t pop his mouth….
I tried ignoring him. He started squealing. I tried to ignore him. He kept squealing. I shot him a “Stop that NOW!” look. He spit at me. Then he laughed.
I did not want to be the mother in Target with the uncontrollable toddler. But I also didn’t want to be the mom on the evening news for being arrested for public child abuse.
What’s a mother to do??
So I gave him his pacifier. He shut up. And we got the heck out of Target.
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