Burger king--you get it your way, right? McDonalds, not so much.
Today "grandma" called and said "I'm off work early and want to go to the McDonald's playland with the kids, meet me there?". We did.
We hit up a wholesaler before that, where Joel magically went from super, easy, calm, movie watching toddler to psycho-baby. ...love those moments. The thrashing, the screaming, the hitting and kicking, all occupational hazards of parenting a two year old. (well, a toddler with a behavior issue, I guess). Half way through the grocery shopping trip I managed to find a book that had a hand-puppet thing in the book. ...scared the hell outta that boy when it charged to bite his nose off. Score, one for mom. .......finally.
Afterwards we headed to McDonald's, at which point the boys ran from the door directly to the playland. Well, Joel did. Kaeden stopped to socialize a bit on his way. (shocking). I ordered food while grandma went to watch the boys destroy the place. A good hour between eating and getting bored, we finally decided that it was time to leave (not to mention, Kaeden continuously came up to us saying "buh bye!", hinting that he was done). When I bundled Kaed up to head back out to the car, he began thrashing and acting out (remind me to thank Joel for teaching him those wonderful toddler-tricks). I got him into his carseat at which point I went back to get Joel (between grandma and I we had both kids covered at all times).
How's about Joel decided he wasn't done playing (shocker eh?) I called up to the top of the playland and said "time to go bye bye Joel". He responded "bye" as if to tell me "See ya mom, I'm moving in to McDonald's, I'll sleep in a booth and eat greasy food for the rest of my amazing little life". A short while later I heard him coming down the slide. Immediately I ran to the bottom of the slide and said "I have your juice!". He smiled, laughed and scooted right back up that slide while yelling "bye bye mama!".
Punk.
Did I mention I'm far too old and fat to crawl back up after that super-charged toddler. (note to self: don't EVER give him an energy drink).
Two other times I had him in near grasp while coming down the slide--all to have him scoot back up backwards to avoid me, laughing his little butt off as he rolled. A little girl who he was playing with even had the audacity to tell me "Lady, he's my friend and he's not leaving, go away!" (yes, I strongly desired smacking her later when she came down, but I restrained).
I heard a swooshing noise and looked over to see that Joel had taken his happy meal toy (a hotwheels car) and thrown it down the slide. I jumped up to grab it thinking "surely he'll spaz if he can't have his car". Again, he spotted me and scooted back up the slide.
It wasn't until his evil little girlfriend decided to play at a table that I finally got my grubby momma paws on him.
...if girlfriends in the future are going to be this big of a hassle, I'm thinking I'll convince him that the priesthood is his calling.
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