Warning: The post you are about to read must never be discussed with whom it is referring. Failure to heed this warning will set off a chain of events that I would not wish upon my worst enemy. Proceed with caution.
Let me say that I love my dear, sweet, youngest child. Mark is a very intelligent child and very entreprenurial in spirit. Mark just graduated from Junior High. Mark loves technology. Mark wants (in no particular order) a new bike, an iphone, texting abilities, a laptop, an XBox 360, and up until a couple of weeks ago; a Nintendo DSXL.
Mark is not a spoiled child, although you might want to ask his older brother and sister about that. But, he wants. And he wants BADLY! He has been hitting us up for one or the other of the above listed items and is online always searching for the best deal.
Now, his dad works for a living and I work for a living. I do not work so that we can live lavishly. I work because I have to. Mark does not have to work for money just yet because there are child labor laws protecting him from that. Well, Mark came up with what I'm sure he thought was an ingenious plan to acquire something from his list.
The other night he came out from the office and announced to me that he had sent a request for gifts from his relatives on Facebook. I said, "YOU DID WHAT?!" Can you say "MORTIFIED"! He may as well have been standing by the freeway offramp with his cardboard sign reading "Down on my luck, Please Help, God Bless"!
I then regained my composure and told Mark, that "Honey, you can't do that". His answer? "Why not?" Up until this point I thought I had trained my kids well in that we don't expect gifts just because and that we aren't owed anything by anyone. Poor guy, I guess his birthday and Christmas never come soon enough for him.
Long story short, he sent out a recanting of his earlier message. But boy oh boy, was he upset with me. Mark sure keeps me on my toes, but I love him to the moon and back.
2 years ago
3 comments:
That's one of the stories you will always remember with love. It was a rather ingenious idea, to say the least. Everybody loves to help their kids grow up. He's handsome, loved, and oh so cute. Give him a big hug. I wonder how much money he would have gotten. :) from the loving grandparents and in-laws
I used to tell people that we stored gold in our basement, but I was 5. I guess some things you don't learn until you do it and have your mom point out that it's the wrong thing to do.
We still love him... his still a little guy to me.
I give the kid props! Those who don't have, ask! :) I had a friend @ work who's kindergartner wanted a Tinkerbell movie and told all the kids @ school she was poor and basically started a collection. She came home with $10 (later returned) but still! :) Hope things are well.
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