A Morning Reminder
Walked into the Dunkin Donuts this morning to pick up blogger fuel for those beginning their 24-hour marathon. I passed a mother and her maybe 3-year-old son on the way to the counter; the boy gave me an adorable little-stinker grin as I went by. He had a cup of milk in front of him, and a chocolate donut broken into pieces.
As I waited in line, he rapidly devolved from "cute" into "brat" as he whined at his mother that he didn't want to eat the donut. They went back and forth a couple of times, with the increasingly harried mother reminding him that it'd be a long time until lunch and he needed to eat something and the kid refusing.
Finally, he whined out "I want ice cream!" and started in on that very insincere sort of crying that kids do when they're not really hurt or upset - just trying to get their own way even if it means embarrassing their parents in public.
And I was reminded once again of why I never had the urge to be a breeder. >,0
As I waited in line, he rapidly devolved from "cute" into "brat" as he whined at his mother that he didn't want to eat the donut. They went back and forth a couple of times, with the increasingly harried mother reminding him that it'd be a long time until lunch and he needed to eat something and the kid refusing.
Finally, he whined out "I want ice cream!" and started in on that very insincere sort of crying that kids do when they're not really hurt or upset - just trying to get their own way even if it means embarrassing their parents in public.
And I was reminded once again of why I never had the urge to be a breeder. >,0