N's wallet has been missing since right after Christmas. He got a bunch of money, in lieu of presents this year, and was given his grandfather's wallet. This was so special to him because his grandfather died last May, and it's been a hard road for my precious boy. I wouldn't let him keep his money in his grandfather's wallet, partially because there is a lot of other stuff in there (apparently, nobody thought it best to clean OUT the wallet before giving it to a 10 year-old), but also because it's special and I know how N is with keeping up with his stuff.
Grandfather's wallet? Safe & sound. Wallet full of money? Missing. Awesome. After he got over the bug he had a week or so ago, he began tearing his room apart looking for the wallet. He had his dad tear apart his truck and N's room over there, looking for this thing. THEN, his dad came over and helped N look in his room. Yesterday, I was in his room, and found it. Under a hat. You know...the best place to keep a wallet is under a hat.
Anyway, inside the wallet was a Gamestop gift card, something he'd been wanting to use since he got it on our Christmas Day (a week after Christmas), but he hadn't been able to. (See above paragraphs.) B also got one, so I stood in the shower for almost an hour, letting the hot water hit the left side of my back, and then we were off.
I explained to them that we weren't going to stay in Gamestop all afternoon, so we needed to focus. That's why, as soon as we walked in the door, B ran off to play the PS3 and N took off for the Xbox360. Um, hello? We have one of those. Let's pick games and move on with our lives. They each selected a game in a decent amount of time, and were super excited to go home to play them.
Until I told them we also had to stop by the grocery store. I didn't lead with that one because I'm a genius. While they were perfectly well-behaved in Gamestop, the grocery store was a nightmare. I think it's always a nightmare on Sundays, especially when there's no school on Monday.
I got most of the stuff I needed, but decided I didn't hate myself enough to try to drag them to Target, so we went home. And when we got there, B immediately went to get ice packs for me to lean against. He was obviously sucking up so he could try his new game, and I was absolutely down for that. They played for a while without incident, and then started to get snarky. I love that word...snarky. You just know what it means simply by how it sounds.
After a quick dinner (that they mostly made themselves), they took showers, and I let them have another round. During the second round, I called to them:
Me: Who wants to do their favorite mom EVER a super huge favor?
Silence.
Me: I SAID...Who wants to do their favorite mom EVER a super huge favor?
N: B, do you hear something? I think it might be the wind...
B: I do! I will! What do you want, Mom?
N: Suck up.
B: You're absolutely right! I want to keep playing. If we don't do it, she might tell us to turn it off.
(That B is a genius kid, I'll tell you that right now.)
N: Oh, good call. What can we do for you, Mom?
And that was how I got a refill on my water AND fresh ice packs.
I rewarded them with hot chocolate that they forgot to drink because they were playing...and it caused major drama when I dumped it out. B might've been sitting on the floor in the kitchen, crying, "But MOM...it was just tooo HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!"
I told him he could have hot chocolate for breakfast...because I'm the coolest mom in the world, AND because he goes to his dad's tomorrow.
Mark that one down in the win column for "Mom" okay?
Thanks.
Aubs
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