The best money I never spent...

Right before Christmas there was a toy that the wutz was totally and completely enamored with in the stores. Every time he saw it, we had to go up and push the button and make the thing walk and do its noisy thing. I thought it was a cool toy, but there was no way I was going to spend the $130-something bucks to purchase said toy. Even for Christmas.

However, my father apparently had no qualms about adding it to the never-ending list of purchases he made for the wutz.

And I am here to declare that this over-priced toy is absolutely the best thing since sliced bread. Better even. It has no equal.



What makes this toy so special?
It is the fact that, though the wutz loved it in the stores, he is totally and irreversibly terrified of this robotic dinosaur. He shakes like a leaf if he even hears it turned on. Even if he cannot see the damned thing he trembles and instantly begins screaming like a chick running up the stairs in a horror flick.

And this is a good thing... why??
I know, I know. I shouldn't make light of my son's true terror, but it really has been the best solution I couldn't think of! Now, if I want the wutz to do something... or stop doing something... all I have to say is, "Do you want me to go get the dinosaur???" BAM! Mommy gets exactly what she wants.

I can completely and absolutely turn my little menace into an obedient little darling with that simple question.

And I ask it often.


I have no shame.

Hissy Fit!

The wutz did not not want to go to school today! He was fine the entire drive there, but as soon as I pulled into the parking lot of his school, he pitched a bloody fit. I reached back and unsnapped his carseat buckles and he proceeded in a daring attempt to rebuckle himself into the carseat.

I had to carry him, kicking and screaming, into the classroom. He held onto me for dear life as he sniffled and snuffled and demanded we go back to the car.

I have no idea what was up with him, but my only guess is that he wanted to go to Granny and PopPop's house, instead of school.

Next week begins our beach vacation, so we won't have to go through this again next week, but I wonder if it will be worse the following Tuesday!