True Confessions

Benji ran away from me in a store. We had a discussion about this. I told him that if he ran away, he would have to sit in the shopping cart.

He ran away again. Then he had to sit in the cart.

The entire time we were in the store, he would intermittently announce, sadly: "I ran away from Mommy" -- at which point, I would remind him that's why he was in the cart.




As we left the store, we had another conversation about the issue.

Victoria: Benji, is running away good?

Benji: No.

V: What is it?

B: Running away WUDE.

V: It's not just rude, it's bad. It's not safe. No running away. You stay with Mommy, that's my good boy.

Thirty seconds later, he ran away again, this time making a dash for an escalator that led down to the Metro station. Needless to say, he didn't get far, and he didn't get to walk by himself anymore.

Ah, the Terrible Twos. I can't wait for the F****ing Fours. :)

--Victoria