I tried to explain to him that he was acting a fool and he would not be getting a Christmas Cookie today if he kept it up. Didn't work. Then I of course bargained with him over a banana because this child was a monkey in a past life (still kind of behaves like one, that's how I know) and I can pretty much get him to eat anything if he knows there's a banana in it for him. Didn't work. I threatened his movie time later. Didn't work. Then I pulled out the big guns...I was going to take away his new Thomas Choo Choo toy. That's right, MEAN mommy has come to town. Nope, no jelly. Still didn't work. Hell it didn't even phase this kid! I always tell him and myself and C to "pick your battles." It's my favorite phrase because it's SO. TRUE. Well he's picked his battle and with a cool demeanor and an "I don't care" attitude in the face of my guns a blazin we have hit a stand still.
So I did what any good mom would do. I told him he could sit there until he came to his senses and ate his stupid macaroni and cheese (obviously omitted the stupid part because that would just fuel his case) while I hopped online. Was he shocked and appalled? Did a tantrum ensue? Did he see the light and immediately get to work on lunch? Nope. He's just chilling, hankering down for the long run.
I do believe it was just earlier today that C was telling me how it's a good thing my son didn't come out as stubborn as I am because then we'd really be in for it. Yea *PHEW* glad I dodged THAT bullet! My mother calls him "strong willed." I doubt that's what she called me.
I think this ridiculous battle of who's going to cave first is much harder for me. Either that or my 2 year old has a KILLER poker face in which case I really need to start sharpening his card game skills.
Whenever we get into these intense moments I still recall the night I was about 4 or 5 years old and my mother tried to make me eat some kind of obscure vegetable soup that I wanted nothing to do with. She informed me I could sit there at the table until I was ready to eat (sound familiar??). I sat there. The rest of my family finished, got dessert, and cleaned up and I sat there. Even that young I can still remember my frame of mind, I was fully prepared to sit there all night. I imagined how bad my mother would feel when she woke up the next morning and found me still sitting there, persecuted for my highly sophisticated taste buds.
She ended up getting exasperated with me and simply sent me straight to bed, hungry. I'd like to say I learned my lesson but I'm still the kind of person who will argue/fight for my case long after it stopped making sense.
Luckily for her I had a son JUST LIKE ME.
Update on the mac n cheese incident of 2012...he's still sitting there. I can tell you this much, when he wants to watch "ROAR!" (translation: The land before time) later we are sooo watching reruns of Desperate Housewives. That'll show him to question authority huh?
By the way, I want you all to know that my life has become so much more exciting since this beauty entered it
I figured it might quickly lose it's novelty but it HASN'T! I can see now the Keurig and I will go far in life as long as we stick together.
However he did cause a bit of a tiff earlier between C and I. I asked him to throw out the old coffee maker and he wanted to save it. If we didn't already have a THIRD coffee maker sitting in the closet unused, I would understand the concept of keeping a back up so that we would never have to, God forbid, go without for a day. But seriously? Are we shooting for Hoarders here? Are we going to be those crazy unused appliance people? So of course by the time that was done we couldn't speak for about 10 minutes.
Isn't it funny how in some arguments there reaches a point where you switch places? Such as in this one at one point he was going "fine I'll throw it out" and I was standing in front of it like it was a dear friend on death row going "oh no you will not!!"
If y'all ever experience a coffee drought, HIT ME UP.
After this fight he came home with 3 spatulas even though we already have one. I'm not sure if he was being funny or not...I choose to let it go.
I think I'm going to go take pictures of Conor's pouty I'm not giving in face now to put in our scrapbook. This is a moment I want him to remember.