The Mayor loves to eat out and this causes a fight routinely every evening as we leave daycare.
"Where are we going now, mom?"
"No! I don't want to go home! I want to eat dinner at a restaurant!"
[Relentless argument continues...]
On Friday, The Mayor took it a step further, trying to physically restrain from leaving the play yard and heading for the car.
He grabbed my winter coat by the belt and pulled with all his might.
He tried kicking me in the shins.
He took it far enough that I was embarrassed by him (and I'm not easily embarrassed).
I tried to keep my voice even and told him there would have to be a consequence because his behavior was unacceptable.
"No!" he screamed, "I don't want to have a consequence!"
I tried to find my Zen Motherhood Super Powers... I get so tired of this fight.
Somehow I managed to get him into our car.
"You're being mean to me, Mommy!" he shouted.
[As if! Other way around, yo!]
"You know what?" he yelled.
"What, Mayor?" I said calmly (through gritted teeth).
"Martin Luther King, Jr. wouldn't want you to treat me this way. He
wouldn't want you to be rude to me EVEN if I was being rude to you."
I attempted to respond,
"I... well... it..."
He caught me off guard.
The MLK Defense!
Gah! Foiled again!
[Should have invoked The Golden Rule...]
Happy King Day!
We're off to a service project.
Make it a Day On, not a Day Off!