Dear Fellow Grocery Shoppers,
Sorry for the horrific scene at the supermarket today. I don’t usually lose my temper like that in public, but one’s own offspring are experts in staking out the boundaries between sanity and what lies beyond it so that they may be the first to map out this uncharted territory. And then use it for extortion later on in life.
I know your Very Important Buying Decisions aren’t made any easier by the sounds of two wailing children. Believe me, it’s louder where I’m standing. (Except for the old lady with the hearing aid turned up to maximum. I know you didn’t see that one coming.) But the lesson they have to learn is that the rules aren’t going to change no matter how much they scream. Or at least that’s the lesson the Toddler needs to learn.
I don’t like scenes. I go to great lengths to avoid scenes. It’s possible that the Toddler has figured this out. But if the choice boils down to teaching a valuable lesson that makes some noise or giving in on an important point just to keep everyone happy, well, sometimes the unpleasant thing is the responsible choice. They can learn the lesson from me now, or from someone else much later. Someone who doesn’t love them nearly as much as I do.
And did you notice that we got through checkout with nary a peep? That’s right. I expect our next shopping trip will go much more smoothly.
Enjoy your Ho Hos. Good day.