Ragsy has been trying to play me for several days now. It'd be really irritating if it weren't by turns funny and guilt inducing. Funny because he comes up with the most ridiculous requests to cure his crying and guilt inducing because it feels wrong to have to try not to laugh at someone who is crying, even if they're crocodile tears.
Case in point: two evenings in a row I've put him to bed. Both nights, just as I'm about to leave the room, copious crying ensues. I mean, he really worked himself up. But when I asked him what the problem was, his response was, "I want to go to the Pirate Festival!"
Ok. Normally I'd say yes, provided that going was convenient and the request made politely. After all, I like pirates as much as the next guy. Unfortunately, after an incident at Borders, the Pirate Festival has since been removed as an option. So, after quietly explaining to him that we can't go to the Pirate Festival, I made the mistake of asking, "Is there something else wrong?" After all, after I had to carry him screaming out of Borders, once I got him calm, I was able to draw out of him that he was hungry.
Silly me. So, crying ensues again. This time, "Yes, Mommy."
"What is it, sweetie? How can I help?"
"I also need to go to the zoo!"
Right.
"And I need to go to the India food shop (Taj Palace) and the Big Red Food Shop (Bread Company) for breakfast. Then we need to go to India."
Why do I even ask?
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