I should have known that he was devising his grand scheme the moment he asked for breakfast and did not like any of the options presented to him.
"Mama, there's no food here!"
By "no food here," he means he did not like the egg, longanisa, and shanghai rolls offered to him.
Cookies?
No.
Sky Flakes?
No.
Milk?
He began crying and declared that he was hungry and wanted to eat.
In other words, he wanted to eat out.
No problem.
We went to Chow King and I was told that my Congee order was not available. Great. Now I have to convince Qube to try to eat something else. Eventually, he agreed to Macaroni soup in Jollibee. I know. I have written in another blog post that I do not tolerate feeding children with fast food junk. Shame on the condescending other me. It is indeed much easier to write rules than implement them, especially with a hungry toddler.
While I was helping him eat his soup, he said: "Where's my toy?"
"We came here to get breakfast, not to play. Go ahead and finish your food so we can go home already." He did finish his food and did not bring up his "toy" question again.
I saw a man selling balloons outside and I immediately spotted Mickey Mouse. I told Qube that I will buy him one later because he was behaved and he did not have a hard time finishing his food. So on our way out, I led him to the direction of the balloons. He resisted. He said: "No balloons, Mama. I don't want balloons."
I was mighty proud and was even smiling to myself as I thought: "Wow, show me another toddler who refuses to buy a toy!"
So when he asked me "Mama, can we ride a taxi going home?" , it was an easy yes for me. Which must be my biggest mistake that day because, thirty minutes later, I found myself in Rustan's Makati, paying for another Chuggington train. And beside me? A very happy toddler in sando and pambahay shorts.
How did this happen?
We boarded the taxi and I told the driver the direction going home. Then Qube said: "Akala ko we will buy a toy?"
No, we will not.
Akala ko we will buy a toy.
No, we will not.
Akala ko we will buy a toy.
No, we will not.
Let's buy a toy, Mama.
No.
That's Qube when he wants something so badly. He would keep on insisting and repeating himself until I give in. This time though, I did not yield. I won. We got off the cab.
And. Here. Come. His. Tears.
And with his tears went my resolve. Two minutes later, we were again inside the same taxi. I could not even look at the driver as he said: "O, pinagbigyan mo rin!"
As if forgetting the drama that just happened, Qube said: "Mama, pwede si Koko? I already told Papa I want to buy Koko." I don't know when that conversation with Papa was or if he really did tell his dad about his plan to buy a new train. Then it dawned on me that my toddler had been playing me all along.
To make matters worse, his train was not available in Rockwell. And that was how we found ourselves in Makati.
Did I already say that we were both fresh out of bed and looked exactly fresh out of bed when we went out to get breakfast?
By "no food here," he means he did not like the egg, longanisa, and shanghai rolls offered to him.
Cookies?
No.
Sky Flakes?
No.
Milk?
He began crying and declared that he was hungry and wanted to eat.
In other words, he wanted to eat out.
No problem.
We went to Chow King and I was told that my Congee order was not available. Great. Now I have to convince Qube to try to eat something else. Eventually, he agreed to Macaroni soup in Jollibee. I know. I have written in another blog post that I do not tolerate feeding children with fast food junk. Shame on the condescending other me. It is indeed much easier to write rules than implement them, especially with a hungry toddler.
While I was helping him eat his soup, he said: "Where's my toy?"
"We came here to get breakfast, not to play. Go ahead and finish your food so we can go home already." He did finish his food and did not bring up his "toy" question again.
I saw a man selling balloons outside and I immediately spotted Mickey Mouse. I told Qube that I will buy him one later because he was behaved and he did not have a hard time finishing his food. So on our way out, I led him to the direction of the balloons. He resisted. He said: "No balloons, Mama. I don't want balloons."
I was mighty proud and was even smiling to myself as I thought: "Wow, show me another toddler who refuses to buy a toy!"
So when he asked me "Mama, can we ride a taxi going home?" , it was an easy yes for me. Which must be my biggest mistake that day because, thirty minutes later, I found myself in Rustan's Makati, paying for another Chuggington train. And beside me? A very happy toddler in sando and pambahay shorts.
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| Breaking in the new train. |
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| Koko saying hi to the other Chuggers |
How did this happen?
We boarded the taxi and I told the driver the direction going home. Then Qube said: "Akala ko we will buy a toy?"
No, we will not.
Akala ko we will buy a toy.
No, we will not.
Akala ko we will buy a toy.
No, we will not.
Let's buy a toy, Mama.
No.
That's Qube when he wants something so badly. He would keep on insisting and repeating himself until I give in. This time though, I did not yield. I won. We got off the cab.
And. Here. Come. His. Tears.
And with his tears went my resolve. Two minutes later, we were again inside the same taxi. I could not even look at the driver as he said: "O, pinagbigyan mo rin!"
As if forgetting the drama that just happened, Qube said: "Mama, pwede si Koko? I already told Papa I want to buy Koko." I don't know when that conversation with Papa was or if he really did tell his dad about his plan to buy a new train. Then it dawned on me that my toddler had been playing me all along.
To make matters worse, his train was not available in Rockwell. And that was how we found ourselves in Makati.
Did I already say that we were both fresh out of bed and looked exactly fresh out of bed when we went out to get breakfast?
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