It was a quiet Memorial Day weekend. My husbands kids, along with MY daughter…they went to Charlevoix with my husbands ex-wife(don’t ask…it’s strange, I know!! I’ll talk about that in a future post) I sent my daughter because she was invited, she BEGGED…and I didn’t want to listen to her whine over the long weekend about how mad she was that I didn’t let her go with them. So, I sent her…with a very fake smile on my face! And…my 12 year old son went with his Dad…the whole long weekend. All four of them had a wonderful time not being disciplined and being exhausted.
So…that left the 4 year old home. With us. His parents. No one else wanted to take him so we were stuck with him. Oh well, I guess that is what being a parent is…being stuck with your children when no one else wants to take them off your hands
Anyway…every year, since the beginning of time…or at least for more than 20 years, there is this Polish Fair called St. Marys Fair. We decided to take the 4 year old to it. There was nothing else to do so, we figured why not. Off we went…to the St. Mary’s Fair, which I hadn’t been to since the weekend of my senior prom, 21 years earlier. HOLY CRAP!!
My son couldn’t be bothered by eating. He didn’t have enough time. He HAD to go on EVERY SINGLE kiddie ride at the fair. BY HIMSELF! Without his parents. (It was so cute!!) But, we got to the child’s version of the tilt-a-whirl. He looked at it. He walked by it. He walked back to it. He REALLY, REALLY wanted to go on it…but, for some reason…NOT BY HIMSELF. Even though you sit in innocent looking, blue bears. He was worried to do this one himself. So, he asked his Daddy if he’d go on it with him. His Daddy had just eaten a boatload of Polish food…stuffed cabbage, perogies, and many other deep fried and stuffed Polish delights. So…he declined the invite of going on a semi-fast, very twirly carnival ride. And, he insisted that my son should ask his mother, who didn’t partake in the pig-fest with her husband, to go on the Mini Tilt-A-Whirl.
And he asked me.
And I said of course!
There was no line so, we got right on the ride. We were placed in our bear seat with the giant steering wheel…you know what I’m talking about…the wheel that makes the seat spin…that makes you so dizzy that you feel like you’re going to puke…right. then. and. there. Yeah, that one.
Luckily, I was with my son. Who was scared to spin around in circles too quickly. Thank GOD!!
The ride starts.
My son puts his hands on the wheel, to spin the bear that we are in. I went to put my hands there, to help him.
He says to me…Mommy, just sit there next to me and DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING.
As I was trying not to laugh, I responded…Fine, here…I’m sitting on my hands. But, where the heck did you learn to be so bossy!?
His response…From you, Mommy!
I guess I’m teaching him well…his poor future wife!!