My son can have a bad attitude.
Me: Time to get in the car, E.
E: NO. I HATE THE CAR.
Insert school, television, slides, popcorn, his sister, a tree, leaving anywhere, me and pretty much anything that catches him in THE MOOD. He may have loved school, television, slides, popcorn, his sister, a tree, leaving anywhere, me and pretty much anything, just yesterday. But in this particular hour? He is very happy to hate with loud fury.
But, of course, I’ve come up with the perfect response. Because I’m the perfect mom.
Alright fine, but it IS still the perfect response:
Me: E, I’m not a fan of this bad attitude. Where’s your good attitude?
E: I can’t find it.
Me: Are you even looking? Because I really need you to find your good attitude.
E: But it’s so HARD. I may have left it at home.
Me: Look around carefully, E.
E: Oh Mama, here it is! In my pocket!
Me: Great news, sweetie.
E: I’m going to swallow it now, Mama!
Me: Um, okay.
I glance in my rear view mirror and see this:
TADA! Now, where’s my award?