I had to share this email from my oldest daughter. Those of you who have raised your own brood know a scenerio like this by heart:
So, here was (part) of my and Garrett’s little trip to Brookshire’s grocery store yesterday after work. Garrett had decided he had to ride in the big kids’ cart that has a plastic seat attached to the regular buggy – one that he can climb on and off of. Just fine until he saw the 3 foot high yellow M&M character with packages of M&M’s in his belly.
Garrett: OH! MM’s – I need those! I wike those! I wike them!
(please note Garrett has never had M&M’s in his life)
Me: Stay in the cart Garrett, we’ll be over there in a minute and you can see them and maybe get one.
Garrett runs off, drawn to the damned yellow peanut that apparently was the idea of some sick advertising guru who thought it might be a great idea to make a grocery trip even more challenging for parents.
Me: GARRETT! I said stay in the cart please! Mad dash ensues to 2 aisles over to aforementioned damn yellow peanut M&M so I can make sure no one steals my child.
Garrett: I want this! The yellow one! Throws yellow package of peanut M&M’s into the cart and then stands mesmerized by plastic yellow being.
Finally we proceed to other aisles with the cherished yellow bag of goodies being clutched by a determined 3 year old.
We check out.
Get to the car, and Garrett demands that I open that prized yellow bag immediately.
Garrett: I want the MM’s – open them, hurry!
Me: You know they have chocolate, right? (Garrett hates chockwet)
I get a blank face.
I open the bag for him and oh the excitement to try one!
Garrett pops a yellow (or was it green?) one into his mouth and starts chewing.
A look of horror comes over his face, then contortions like he might vomit. Then it looks like he might actually be eating vomit. Pieces of yellow candy coating and chocolate drool come flying out. He hands the bag to me like it’s the nastiest thing ever invented.
Garrett: I don’t wike these! They’re not good for me! His exact words.
Me: Laughing so hard I thought I might pee my pants in the parking lot.
So, pregnant momma got to enjoy the whole bag of peanut M&M’s to herself while driving home, while a 3 year old watched with disgust in the backseat, commenting on every one. I don’t wike those, I don’t wike M&M’s, I don’t wike chockwet. Is that a blue one? I don’t wike blue ones either, they have chockwet.
Later on at home, just out of curiosity, I asked him if he wanted an M&M with a big grin on my face. The answer came fast and furious with a scowl: NO!!!!!
Let’s just see how powerful that stupid little yellow creature is next time. I bet he doesn’t get a second glance.