So today I have to take the kid with me to AAA so I can register my 1969
Plymouth, dragging it out of nonoperational Hell and back on the road
again. I plead with my daughter in the parking lot to behave for
juuuuust a few minutes in there, at the same time fixing her with a
steely, no-nonsense stare. She agrees sweetly.
Fifeteen minutes
later we are finally being served at one of the little windows. Little
Ankle Biter insists on playing her favorite game, "Run Away From
Disabled Mom". I don't have time for this today so I simply follow
after her silently, take her hand and march her back to the window to
complete the transaction. The AAA girl is trying to explain that since I
am re-registering the car a month early, it legally can't be driven
until next month unless I want to pay for two years' registration, and
if I have it towed anywhere I'll need a permit if any of the tires will
touch the street. It sounds a bit like a 9 year old kid has made up the
rules to this game of automotive tag, and I'm tempted to ask if I need
to shout "Olley olley oxen free!" when the car arrives at it's
destination.
Kid meanwhile ups the ante by pulling at my hand
to get away while screaming loudly, "I don't WANT to be a good girl!",
then kicking the front of AAA's counter. Hard. I finish my business as
quickly as possible and drag embarrassing heathen offspring out the
door, much to everyone's relief. When exactly did MY sweet child become
one of those horrible kids everyone hates to see in public?!
Tonight
we decide to go to the local Chinese buffet restaurant for dinner.
More lectures to the kid on how to behave like a human being. She again
agrees, and actually does better; garnering smiling visits from two of
the waitstaff. The only low point was when she threw some cherry Jello
at her father and thought it hilarious when it hung on the front of his
shirt like a small, red snail. At the end of the meal we each choose
and peel our own fortune cookie....and here is the my daughters--no
kidding--word for word:
"Try your best to avoid arguing with your elders and superiors."
Pure
gold. I swear I'm going to have it blown up to banner size and paper
her room with it. Maybe have it tattooed on her forehead. Off to
Kinkos! :)
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