As a consolation prize, I was going to buy a Nerf football to toss around at the park. I was, until Ryan started tossing it around and finally bopping his sister on the hind end with it. I was all done by that point. I put it up on a Shelf...Sorry Target Team Members but it was time to be a parent. Think of it this way, it is job security! As I put that ball up high behind the dog food, and marched off with my boring vitamins, Ryan was having a fit. Crying. All eyes on him. Were eyes on me? I hope so. I was being a parent. I am not giving into that. Guess what? He lived. He still loves me. Target was happy I left.
So was I hanging my head in shame? Nope. I wasn't even acknowledging him at that point. I held my head high. I am the parent. You will obey. Is that a proud mommy moment?
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