My Job in Life

We made a trip to Costco yesterday. The cupboards (and freezer) were bare. The receipt was long. Ouch.

Tad was riding in the cart (even though he hates it – but I just can’t chase him around Costco), and Ane was walking. We had struck a deal for good behavior – she behaved and stayed with me, she and Tad could split a churro stick at the end of the shopping trip. Tad was not paying attention to this bargain (and would fulfill his part in the cart), so the burden of proof fell on Ane.

Let’s just say that she didn’t meet the standard.

Well, this did not make her happy when I informed her that there would be no churro stick at the end of the rainbow. She immediately broke into tears, begging for one more chance! and she would behave now, Mommy!

Since Mommy is impervious to whiny tears, Ane lost the battle. But not before she delivered her parting shot. Angry and upset, she glared at me and said accusingly, “Mommy, you’re not being nice to me! Your job is to make me happy!

I almost fell over. “No, that is NOT my job in life,” I sternly informed her. “My job is to keep you safe, feed you, and make sure you go to school. YOU have to learn to make YOURSELF happy. That’s not my job.”

She really didn’t believe me, and sulked all the way home.

Where on earth did she get the idea that I’m supposed to make her happy??? That one blows my mind.

3 Responses to “My Job in Life”

  1. Ressis
    January 21st, 2009 07:19

    After all, isn’t it everyone’s job in life to make her happy?

  2. Aunt Lynda
    January 21st, 2009 08:23

    I was chuckling already, then I read Ressis’ comment.
    Just for the record, I kinda had one of those too. No, not the first one.

  3. Friend
    January 21st, 2009 11:47

    That’s hilarious. And scary. 🙂