Just Another Manic Sunday
A lovely day, I'll admit, but getting this family to church on time is as easy as getting rich overnight. Impossible. My little boy, Braxton, however did look spiffy in his new church outfit that I paid 9.00 for at a resale shop yesterday. The problem is, he refused to go to his nursery class today. When his pleasant teacher came to greet him, he told her, "Go away!"
Braxton screamed and cried until I took him out of there. Then he proceeded to run from me down the church halls where people in their classrooms could hear him as he yelled "Daddy, where are you?"
Of course, Braxton just had to pass gas loudly and happened to say, "I FARTED!" really loudly right in front of one of the classrooms whose door was opened.
Braxton also told me, "F-YOU Mommy!" Right in front of everyone in the hall between classes, because Brax was mad at me for pulling him away from splashing water in the water fountain. I did not know what to do.
When we got home, my husband heard Braxton cuss again, and put hot sauce in his mouth, but all that does is make the kid say it again.
Nothing works with this kid, not spanking, grounding or hot sauce. What the heck do we as parents do?
Don't be fooled by this angelic little face!