Friday will go down in history as the first time my son said, "Mommy, stop. You're embarrassing me." I think I'm a super cool mom, so I was totally offended by this remark. What is so embarrassing about rocking out to Pitbull on the radio while driving? Hmmmm? Tell me, please. Because I thought my moves were awesome. And when did I get old enough to be embarrassing? I don't wear *mom* jeans, I don't yell at him from across the school yard, I don't lick my finger and then clean the food from his cheek. However, now that I know I'm in the *embarrasing mom zone* it is open season. Q had better watch his back.
Friday was also my cheat day, a.k.a the day I get to eat what ever I want. Sadly, I have learned that even on my cheat day there must be a limit or else I find myself super ill the next day, but it was super hot out and nothing screams summer like a slurpee! Of course, you can't have a slurpee without some potato chips...anyways, so not the point. So Q has his hands full with a slurpee, a pack of chips and a soccer ball (what can I say? He's a boy...) and can't open the car door. Determined to ensure I'm not his slave well into the next decade, I decided he needed to figure out how to open that car door on his own. A full five - very frustrating - minutes later, and we were both in the car (sans seat belt...as he had difficulty figuring that one out too...).
Q: Mommy you could have just opened the door for me, you know.
Me: I probably could have. But my hands were full too, and I managed to do it.
Q: But I needed your help. It would have been easier.
Me: Yup. But part of my job as a mommy is to give you tools that you can use when you're an adult. Imagine I didn't teach you how to open the car door with your hands full. You'd be a 40 year old man with a brief case in one hand, a coffee and car keys in the other and you'd have no idea how to open the door. Then I've failed as a mommy.
He laugh, thinks about it a bit...
Q: No. I'll just get my wife to do it.