I know, I know
I am sucking ass at the blogging lately. Not for any particular reason, either. Unless you count getting up off my ass instead of parked in front of the ‘puter as a reason. I’m liking it.
We had quite an action-packed weekend as a result. I took the kiddo to the fair for his very first time. We both had a blast. He made a little money at our garage sale, where we had all of three items to sell. Heh. He sold both of his, so he had some cashola to spend at the fair.
His first purchase was marked by this revelation: “Mom, I bought something! For myself!” At which point I used the opportunity to sprout the seed of “Shopping is Gooood” in his fertile little mind. Because I am just an evil-shopping-seed-sowing parent like that. And, because, I Can.
Other factors solidifying my status as Evil: My laughter, done to such a degree as to make me double over and cry tears of pure enjoyment and hilarity as my son made his way through a plexiglass maze. Except, I mean “made his way” as in “slammed face-first into the plexiglass” when he thought he found the right path. Repeatedly.
Also of Evil origin: Apparently my encouraging him to sell his items at the garage sale. The sale of one item in particular will now and forever be known as “A Big Mistake” as proclaimed by the kiddo, complete with large tears and a sad heart as he saw His Precious riding away in the back of a pickup truck. Forever.
*sigh*
I imagine the sale of that particular item will most likely end up being not so much a sale and more of a catalyst to purchase new and more expensive item just like it to be received at a birthday or gifting occasion coming soon to a family near you.
So apparantly there is a bit of accountability to the whole Evil Parent-ness. Eh, well. The horns make it all worth it.
