Nov 22 2008
I TOLD YOU SO!
A while back my husband and I decided we were going to reward the boys with a toy that they had been asking for. We promised them that if they were “very good” all week, that on Saturday Daddy would buy the toy on the way home from work. That Saturday my husband called me from Target and informed me that they didn’t have the toy that they wanted. He checked a second store and they didn’t have it either. Not wanting to spend a day looking EVERYWHERE under the sun he and I decided that he should just buy them something else so they wouldn’t be too disappointed. He hung up the phone and I left him to pick out a replacement. A few minutes later he runs an idea by me: How about I buy them the Hulk fists? “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?” I said. “They already have the Star Wars light sabers that we hid because they get crazy and carried away with them–now you want to bring big fists into the house?” “Yeah, you are right. I guess I will get them these Power Rangers figures instead,” he said. The kids were disappointed that the toy that they originally wanted wasn’t found, but they were content enough to enjoy the Power Rangers until we could get the toy a few weeks later. Fast Forward to a few weeks later when I began working in the city. My husband decided to take the boys to the store to pick up some things we needed and while there he purchased them another toy each. I called him from work to check in and to see how the day was going and he informed me that they had a great day, they had lunch and went shopping. When I got home from work the boys were excited to have me home and anxious to show me their new toys. Lo and Behold they pointed toward the top of the entertainment center where (far out of their reach) the HULK Fists that I had warned my husband about a while back were strategically placed. They had already been taken away because the boys were getting too wild with them—-What a huge surprise. I took them down so that the kids could show them to me. The fists were bigger than my three year old’s head! The boys put them on and began to punch the hands at the couch. With each punch you heard the sayings: “DONT MAKE ME ANGRY–YOU WON’T LIKE ME WHEN I’M ANGRY!” and “HULK SMASH!”. I knew instantly that they were just as I had said: bad news. The boys quickly began to throw punches at one another and at my husband. The fun quickly escalated and soon someone was crying. I suppose I could have taken the high road as I rocked the wounded child. I could have said nothing at all…… but instead I said proudly: “I TOLD YOU SO!” Every now and then the boys remember that we have them (and the Star Wars light sabers too) and we take them out of hiding so that they can play with them. Things usually end with someone crying or with mommy yelling: “You guys are playing too rough” and me taking them away, but I still like to give them the benefit of the doubt and let them try to play without the threat of maming or rendering one another unconscious.
