As the mom of two boys who will one day marry women who will in no doubt love to shop, I find it my personal duty to teach them the joys of shopping. I think I did a pretty good job with Nathan. At a young age he seemed to enjoy looking at things as I pointed out the fine details and differences in things I was trying to decide about. I would talk to him as an equal, asking his opinion etc. So naturally, being so proud of myself I have continued this goal with Sam. It's true what they say...no two children are alike. Sam HATES shopping. Doesn't like anything about it. I can't find anything interesting enough to capture his interest. He can't be bribed or begged into cooperating with me. He pretty much complains the entire time. But being the ever determined soul that I am, I forge ahead with my goal of making a good shopping companion for his one day bride. It's a tough job, but won't she be so happy?
On one such shopping trip I had been promising that we would look at just "one more thing" for the past five things. He had a toy in his hand that he could not open until we paid for it. This he understands and was very frustrated. He said to everyone we passed "open pwease". He was so put out that no one would help him. When we neared the front of the store he was elated. He was kicking his little feet and smiling that sweet smile from ear to ear. Then, as a test, purely because I feel it is my duty, I stopped to look at "one more thing". He could take it no longer. He balled up his little fists, banged them on the cart and yelled almost at the top of his lungs "OH MY DOSH!" I tried my best not to laugh at him. He was SO over it. I blame the geniuses who put the stuff right up at the front of the store. They know me too well. But alas we did check out. Ironically, after all that shopping all we got was the stupid toy. So I'll say it now...sorry to Sam's future wife. He will most likely not enjoy helping you pick out a lovely outfit or furniture for your first home. I tried.
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lol. i hate shopping, hopefully he'll marry a lovely woman just like me and their children will be clothed by their grandma. ;) xoxo
All I can think is what a good mother-in-law you are going to be! I wish you could have captured Sam's "oh my gosh!" on video camera...I would like to have seen it. So funny!
I have never thought about it like that, what else do we need to be teaching these boys of ours?? The joy of giving a massage? The love of chocolate?
Oh man! Love it! My Sam does NOT love shopping either, unless he is there for a toy of coarse, but you better be leaving shortly there after. Love your story that is a hoot and I bet it was quite hard not to laugh when he said "Oh my Dosh"! I'll never forget hearing Lauren say gosh as a little kid. I didn't think I ever said it, but well, kids will keep you honest. :)
Oh my goodness. This was too funny. You are such a great writer! For real---I was totally transported to the store with you and Sam. I miss you!
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