Going Bananas for Bananas
A monkey would have been better behaved in the back of my car.
I don’t know where to start.
She was fine all morning. Happy Happy Happy.
When we got to camp we realized that she left her Crocs at home.
“But the rocks at the beach will hurt my feet”
Sigh.
I went back home and then back to the camp and she was thrilled that I came back with her shoes. She was thrilled.
I was prepared for an easy pickup and not prepared at all for the disaster that waited for me.
As soon as we got to the car it all went sideways. She wanted to stop at the Supermarket to buy bananas for her Fun Friday at camp where everybody brings something to eat. A potluck for six-year-olds if you will. Last time we brought raspberries.
I was unaware of the banana requirement so I wanted to check in the app that’s for parents to see if the director sent the weekly shopping list yet. No list.
I told her we’re not going to the supermarket until I hear from the director. He usually sends it about dinnerime so if/when we need bananas I can go out later or we can stop by on the way to camp in the morning - this was not a big deal.
OMG YOU GUYS
She went bright red and was crying and pleading and threatening me and I swear it got worse and worse. We hadn’t even gotten started by the time we left the campground.
She tried to negotiate, and plead and talk to herself about how she needs bananas and we need them now.
DADDY GO TO THE SUPERMARKET RIGHT NOW!
I’m sure in her pretty little head this all made sense but it sure didn’t to me and I was just trying to get her to breathe and settle down because she was fully off the rails.
I told her we’re just going home because there’s no way I’m taking her into a supermarket in her condition.
We get home and there’s more kicking and screaming so I carried her to her room and told her to stay there until she got her shit together.
After a while, I heard a door slam and she had put herself in the tub to wash off the tears and anger and when she got out she was good as gold. She knew she had misbehaved and she was informed that dessert went away and there will be no playing after. Later we were at the kitchen table together and I read her the rules of engagement again and that’s not how to behave in this house.
She’s had better nights. It’s hard to be six sometimes.
Oh. The bananas we needed?
We didn’t need to bring them. All that screaming for nothing.
Not even a banana.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.