Out of proportion
It is 12:30. Amy is hungry. Michael and mommy are not. Michael and mommy ate BREAKFAST around 11:30 (thanks to Michael's morning endoscopy to check the status of his EOE). I am planning to make soup for lunch. Amy assures me there is NO Way she can wait until the soup is finished. I agree it's probably not reasonable to make her wait and allow her to have a smoothy. Michael sees Amy eating the smoothy and starts crying that he wants smoothie. I know he's not hungry and tell him he needs to wait. Crying continues into full on tantrum and Michael is taken to his room (he still has anesthesia wearing off affecting his ability to appropriately regulate his emotions). Pretty soon he emerges, tear free. Amy is half way through her smoothy. Michael immediately notices and starts to sob quietly.
"Look Michael," I say softly. "You and I had a very special time together this morning. You got to watch car videos, sit on mommy's lap, and eat TWO purple popsicles. Amy didn't get to do that. She had to stay home with the babysitter so I think it's only fair that Amy gets a treat for lunch and has a smoothy."
I don't even finish the sentence. Amy now has her smoothie covered face buried in her lap and is sobbing her heart out. The sobs crescendo into full on wails. "I WANT A PURPLE POPSICLE!!!"
Oh the trials of childhood. Michael is sobbing because he wants a smoothie and Amy is sobbing because she wants a purple popsicle. The duet ebbs and flows as each child belts out the injustice of his and her current situation. The noise subsides gradually. Amy slowly resumes eating her smoothy. Michael wonders out of the kitchen and starts playing with his cars. Within ten minutes they've forgotten the great tribulation that so recently spoiled their equanimity.
"Look Michael," I say softly. "You and I had a very special time together this morning. You got to watch car videos, sit on mommy's lap, and eat TWO purple popsicles. Amy didn't get to do that. She had to stay home with the babysitter so I think it's only fair that Amy gets a treat for lunch and has a smoothy."
I don't even finish the sentence. Amy now has her smoothie covered face buried in her lap and is sobbing her heart out. The sobs crescendo into full on wails. "I WANT A PURPLE POPSICLE!!!"
Oh the trials of childhood. Michael is sobbing because he wants a smoothie and Amy is sobbing because she wants a purple popsicle. The duet ebbs and flows as each child belts out the injustice of his and her current situation. The noise subsides gradually. Amy slowly resumes eating her smoothy. Michael wonders out of the kitchen and starts playing with his cars. Within ten minutes they've forgotten the great tribulation that so recently spoiled their equanimity.
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