My kids, like all kids, forget to tell me things: sign a test, when is picture day, bring a snack to class. The usual numbskull was Wizard … until today when Wild Thing joined the pantheon of stupid.
We stumbled out of the house early for a conference with WT’s adviser, when WT mumbled something about cheese. Me: Cheese?
WT: Cheese cubes.
Me: What about cheese cubes?
WT: I need them for History class today.
Me: Today? When did you learn of this?
WT: Monday (3 days ago)
Me: Why didn’t you tell me earlier?
WT: [wait for it] I forgot.
Me: ::imagining expletives:: No.
WT: But, but, I’m supposed to!!
Me: You might be, but I’m not.
At this point, Wine Guy pulls me aside and says, “Just go get him the cheese.” I wasn’t going to do it. I really wasn’t. But, my first appointment canceled, and
I found myself with an hour to kill. So, I schlepped to the grocery store then back to school to drop off the cheese.
It begs the question: should I have stuck to my guns or did I do the right thing? When faced with a last-minute request from a “forgetful” child, do you accede or tell him to suffer the consequences?