So I finally took the boys out shopping this morning {usually I go out once a day even if it's just to roam the store, but this has been a not-so-productive week} and it was so great to be out. We got to go to two stores and let me just tell you: my boys are superstars. I mean they were just so good. I think they just wanted to get out of the house. I mean, Cj loves our field trips to 'the store'. He's always grabbing my pantleg at home and dragging me to the door. The boy just likes to be outside. I can't blame him. Both his parents do too. So even when Tj started getting a little fussy at the end of the two hours, Cj kept leaning towards him to let him know we were almost done. It was great!
The best part was when we got home and I left one of my shopping bags at the foot of the stairs. Cj was on his way upstairs to go take his nap {which he loathes doing, but for some reason he was in an agreeable mood today} and he saw my dark chocolate peanut butter cups. Okay first of all these are a serious addiction of mine. I canNOT get enough of them. That and kashi dark chocolate oatmeal cookies {Jus thinks those taste like cardboard. Ha! Jokes on him...more for me!!}.
Now, it's hard enough for me to share chocolate-peanut butter delights in general, BUT when my little boy looks up at me with those puppy dog eyes and pleads with that little itty-bitty voice "momma can I have one, please? can i have one? please mo-om?" It's a hard thing. But, I have been found to share with him from time to time. THIS, however, was certainly not going to be one of those times. And, no, not because I wanted them all for myself {honestly though, can I just say that sharing makes it taste so much better? ...Ohgoodness, i'm such a mom} but because he would never fall asleep for his nap! Soo I looked him right in the eyes and said no. I did promise to give him one after he took his nap though.
Now usually this would result in some kind of struggle for who knows how long. But for some lord-unknown-reason, he looked right back at me for a serious 8 seconds, put it back in the bag and then continued to walk up the stairs.
It. Was. Awesome.
After the shock, I gloated. I know. I'm crazie. But for the moment I was able to feel like I should get one of those nice, white bumper stickers that says "I am the proud parent of a chocolate-peanut-butter-loving and from-time-to-time-obedient son."
Well, at least until he wakes up.
