Last week we bought a new bed. After months of grumbling to each other that our backs/necks/hips hurt in the morning, we decided that something we spend 1/3 of our lives in was probably worth investing in. New bed! Hooray!
Anyway, when I bought the bed, they sent me home with a soccer ball. I presented Bub with his “surprise” and he gasped and breathed, “This is exactly what I’ve always wanted.” (He has two soccer balls in the backyard, and this one was a little flat, but whatever dude.)
A minute later, Bubette piped up, “Where’s mah supwise?”
I hadn’t thought this through at all. I hadn’t gone out with the intention of bringing home a prize, but I wasn’t going to turn down the one that was offered to me. No matter, this is a good time to learn that life isn’t always about equality. Just like me reminding Bub that he doesn’t deserve a candy every single time his sister uses the potty. He had his turn with this particular reward system, if I remember correctly. I’ll just tell her that this time it was her brother’s turn for a surprise.
I mean, that’s probably what a good parent would have done. Me? I rummaged around in the pantry until I found an unused coloring book. I presented it to my girl with quite a bit of fanfare, and to her credit she hugged her supwise to her chest and said, “OH, tank you mommy!”