I gave in to my base desires and allowed teenager Andrew to nap from 3 to 5pm yesterday. He needed the sleep, and I needed the break. I knew that I would pay later, but I am sort of an instant gratification kind of person.
As a result, Andrew and Brigham got to spend some quality time together last evening. Brig took Andrew grocery shopping while Will and I eagerly awaited the ice cream from the comfort of our home.
Andrew, always prepared, brought along his "pack-pack" (photo below of said pack, taken at his birthday party last October. He wasn't ready to share that gift with the giver, Piper Cannon.)
As they were leaving the building, they passed a man entering the laundery facilities. Andrew wanted to show him his Lightning Akeen pack-pack. "Hey, guy, look! I have a pack-pack!" and so forth, with explanations of the car featured on the bag etc. The man never even glanced at Andrew.
He tried his best for probably two minutes before he walked back to his dad and declared, "That's a mean guy, Daddy. That guy is mean." He wasn't upset or anything; he said it as a declaration of fact.
I hope he means this in a different way from when I refuse to let him eat Oreos for lunch sometimes and he tells me I am a mean mommy.