Master Paint And Trading In Daddy

The other night, I had my friend and her family over for dinner.
Because my oldest son didn’t feel well, I banished him to his room with his door shut. Don’t worry…I had given him food and a laptop! He was well taken care of.
Apparently, he was sitting in the dark, playing around on the computer…doing GOD KNOWS WHAT! Probably Facebook.
Anyway…
One of the daughters of my friend asked my daughter why my son was sitting in the dark in his room.
My daughter replied…
“He’s probably master painting.”
I’m not sure what she learned in her Family Life class. But, I guess they all are learning the same thing because…no one questioned her about what she meant.
Or maybe, that’s what they’re calling it these days? Masterpainting.
They waited until they got home and then…they questioned their Mom.
Who had to have “that” conversation with them.
And called me to give me the heads up as to…
What it is EXACTLY my kids are doing in their rooms. When the lights are out.
Master painting.
I’m so proud.
And remind me not to walk into my sons room unless the light is on. K. Thanks.

My youngest son is crazy about Imaginext Superheros. Hear that Fisher-Price. MY SON LOVES IMAGINEXT…ahem…
Anyways.
Due to the fact that he is so flipping spoiled…
He wanted, so badly…the one dude that he was missing from the collection.
Mr. Freeze.
So, what did I do?
I did what any mother of any spoiled child would do.
I bought it on Ebay. Buy It Now. I didn’t have time to mess around with trying to outbid someone. Nope. My son wanted it now. Immediately. So, I bought it now.
And stupid me…
I told my son what I did. The night I did it. BIG MISTAKE.
Because, for the last 4 days, he has been asking, and waiting, and complaining, and moaning…
over when his Mr. Freeze would finally arrive.
Well, today…it showed up. Finally. I mean geez. It took a whole 4 days from the time of ordering until it arrived into his slimy little paws. That fast. But for him…it took FOREVER!
My husband thought it would be funny to tease my son.
When the manila envelope was removed from the mailbox…
My son was demanding excitedly to know if this was his long awaited for…Imaginext Mr. Freeze (see Fisher-Price…another plug for you).
My husband told him no.
He told him that it was Mommy’s necklace that she ordered from Coleen at Manners and Moxie. (Which, I’m asking and waiting and complaining and moaning for and I sit and stare out the window, hoping the mailman delivers it…or the UPS guy. Or…the FedEx guy)
The poor kid. He started crying in disappointment. Big, huge tears of frustration. His heart was being ripped from his chest.
Quickly, my husband handed him the manila envelope.
My son tore it open. And through his tears came the most gorgeous smile of happiness and relief.
He told me it was his best day EVER.
And thanked me profusely. Yeah…he has great manners. He’s so perfect (not).

But tonight.
When I was putting him to bed.
He mentions that he is mad at his Daddy for teasing him about his Imaginext Mr. Freeze.
He told me that Daddy hurt his feelings and pissed him off. OK, fine…made him very upset and angry. Yes…he used his words.
I told him that his Daddy thought he was being funny but really…not so much. And he should do what I do…and ignore his Daddy when he thinks he is being funny.
But my son had, what he considered to be, a much, much better idea.
“Mommy. I’m getting rid of my Daddy. I’m going to give him to someone else. And I’m going to get a new Daddy. Because my Daddy SUCKS.”
I said to him…”But we’d miss Daddy. He’s our favorite Daddy. And I love him.”
He said…”Don’t worry Mommy. You’ll love my new Daddy too. Because he won’t be fake funny. He’ll be real funny.”

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