AMKuska
Garden Master
Sorry I need to vent here
For the first time ever, Mr. Helpful came home from daycare hating it and not wanting to go back. It turns out some mother packed their child a 'special lunch' which included mass amounts of candy. Mr. Helpful has grown up learning that if you get something good you share it. Always. So...he asked for some. Greedy little kid said no and spent the whole day popping candies in front of my son's face.
I'm not sure why daycare lady thought this was okay to do, but Mr. Helpful and I had to have a talk about how some people are greedy, and what to do about it. We agreed to get some candy for ourselves, and to buy a bag to share, so hopefully greedy kid will learn something. Mr. Helpful is happy(er) and...well...
I'm ashamed of myself. Because I just spent 45 minutes putting together the mother of all lunches for my son. A panda shaped sandwich, little panda riceballs, fully decorated, and a boat load of skittles and goldfish. He almost never gets candy. I'm making an exception. And Mr. Helpful can eat it all with a clear conscious, because he brought something to share like a decent human being too.
I know he won't, because he is a good, pure person and I somehow taught him better, but I hope he rubs it in the little turds face.
For the first time ever, Mr. Helpful came home from daycare hating it and not wanting to go back. It turns out some mother packed their child a 'special lunch' which included mass amounts of candy. Mr. Helpful has grown up learning that if you get something good you share it. Always. So...he asked for some. Greedy little kid said no and spent the whole day popping candies in front of my son's face.
I'm not sure why daycare lady thought this was okay to do, but Mr. Helpful and I had to have a talk about how some people are greedy, and what to do about it. We agreed to get some candy for ourselves, and to buy a bag to share, so hopefully greedy kid will learn something. Mr. Helpful is happy(er) and...well...
I'm ashamed of myself. Because I just spent 45 minutes putting together the mother of all lunches for my son. A panda shaped sandwich, little panda riceballs, fully decorated, and a boat load of skittles and goldfish. He almost never gets candy. I'm making an exception. And Mr. Helpful can eat it all with a clear conscious, because he brought something to share like a decent human being too.
I know he won't, because he is a good, pure person and I somehow taught him better, but I hope he rubs it in the little turds face.