FunDip

I just uttered the phrase, "After your FunDip it's time for bed." That's the most insanely optimistic notion in all of parenthood.

I don't usually bribe my kids, but today I had all three at the grocery store since Lennie is STILL away, so I let them pick one thing from the store. We were in the ethnic foods aisle when I made this offer, and apparantly it didn't occur to Connor that I meant they could pick from the entire store and not just that aisle. He began to frantically search the shelves for his one treasure and returned with a bag of dried Goya beans. While I was sadistically interested in seeing how this all played out, I really didn't want to watch him have a nervious breakdown in the middle of the grocery store once Sayde picked anything other than a bag of beans. So I advised him that there would be something way cooler in the next aisle.

Sayde spotted the FunDip first, and then while holding it the air like she just won the Stanley Cup, began to twirl around and sing. She made a point to show everybody we passed that she had FUNDIP, therefore everybody we passed gave me the "Oh, you're a mom who bribes her kids," glare. Except for the all old people who just smiled affectionately at the "adorable young children". I have to assume that this is because they are Grandparents and therefore, bribe kids with candy every chance they get.