Lemon I blew it with First Son. He wanted to run a lemonade stand on Saturday from 12 to 2 p.m. By 12:30, he remembered his plan and I was in no way prepared to set him up (Christmas, cooking, cleaning, kid sick with ear infection, work, etc. etc. kept me preoccupied). He immediately flew into rage tears. Wonder Twins yelling about something at the same time so I couldn’t quite concentrate on what fire to put out first. Luckily, my mom was visiting.
Me: Mom can you deal with First Son? He’s disappointed, I dropped the ball, we are not ready to sell lemonade.
She goes to sit with First Son in his room.
My Mom: You want to run a lemonade stand? First Son: Yes. My Mom: Why? No one will buy your lemonade. I will not buy your lemonade. Me: Mom, not what I had in mind.
Mom laughs and changes her approach to something more nurturing. Lawd help us.
