I'm the victim here, I'm the victim

So the other day I had one of those moments with my child, you know, the kind where you wish you could pretend they weren't your own (or is that just me?)...we were walking out of a grocery store and my child (who will remain nameless to keep his pride intact) began to have the biggest melt down ever. Flailing arms, screaming, kicking, biting. You name it. He was all over it. Literally. The only thing I could do was to restrain him (I knew my proper restraint training as a social worker would come in handy sometime!). As people were walking by I was getting the evil eye. I could see the wheels in their minds turning (How dare that mom...that poor little boy....look at his cute little brown eyes, if only he had a chance with a good mom...why i outta...) I mean, look at this kid, could he really be capable of such behaviors?


Don't be fooled by that cute, adorable face you see with those big, brown eyes. Because, truth be told, the shirt says it all...


So, we started a behavior chart for the little monster. He earns stickers for different good behaviors throughout the day. Once he earns enough stickers to get to the star, he earns a prize. I explained the rules of the behavior chart to him. He then clarified by asking, "So, once I get all the way to the star, I get a prize, right?". I told him that was right. So, take a look at where he put the next two stickers...



My little monster is very smart. In fact, whenever I am sick, he always knows how to help me feel better.
Me:Izak, I feel sick.
Izak: Well then, go poop.

It's as simple as that people.

And now you see why I keep my little monster around. And you all thought it was just because he is so cute and charming.