Preston is spoiled. ROTTEN. By everyone. It really doesn't matter what actions I take to remedy the situation, because he'll tell you straight up if I don't get it, daddy will. If daddy won't, Grandma/Grandpa/Ducky/Papa D/Granddad/Aunt Steph/Uncle Chris/Tia Suzy....you get the point; there is a whole back-up list...
So, Tia Suzy took Preston with her the other day. It was cold, he was under-dressed (thanks, dad), and he came home with 2 bubble whistles and a coat; later, I heard about how the day really went down...
Preston: Tia Suzy, I want that.
Tia Suzy: Ok!
Preston: Tia, I want that, too.
Tia Suzy: Ok! (a little later) P are you cold? You want a jacket?
Preston: [teeth chattering] No. I'm fine.
Tia Suzy bought the coat anyway. (THANK YOU!)
Preston: Tia, I want that.
Tia Suzy: No, Preston. You have enough stuff.
Preston: [yelling] You're AWFUL! You're just AWFUL. You won't buy me ANYTHING I want. You're awful, Tia Suzy! You won't buy me [insert item just seen here, and repeat]
[screeching record sound] WHAT?!
That's right. He called her awful. A bunch. Loudly. In public. Because she wouldn't buy him MORE stuff than she already had. I asked him about it. Asked him why he thought it was okay to say those things about his Tia when she had already bought bubbles and toys and a coat. You know what he said to me? "I didn't ask for the coat, she just bought it." For her part, Tia Suzy just laughs because she thinks it's funny.
And so, the story is told. It's a part of the vast, never-ending, always there world wide web...and I'll tell you why, in all my embarassment and shame, I blogged it. One day, many years from now, my grandchildren will be about 6 years old and Preston will be sitting on my couch begging me to stop buying them stuff so they can learn to appreciate everything they have...and I will sit, and smile, and google.
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