Quinn got out of school today at noon and we had to be at Sam and Jack’s school at 1:40 for a Wall of Fame ceremony. (Yes, yes, another Wall of Fame. Jack got on it this month, but Sam didn’t. It was quite the scandal at our house.)
Well, I had to go to Target to pick up a couple things, so I figured that Quinn and I could go there, and I could feed him a snack and he could then eat pizza at the Wall of Fame. (And, yes, it does have to be capitilized upon each utterance.)
We went around the store and shopped for what I needed, and the entire time Quinn didn’t stop talking for more than four seconds.
“I want to go to the Star Wars section. Can we buy that candy? I’m hungry. I want a hot dog. What comes after one million sixty hundred? Is infinity a number? Is Halloween tomorrow? Is pretend Halloween tomorrow? Did we buy candy? Did we buy snacks for Sam’s class? Can we buy snacks for my class? Pretend Halloween is tomorrow, right? Right? RIGHT?!?!”
Well, I think I could be forgiven if, as we were entering the Target cafe, I said to Quinn, “If you stop talking for five minutes, I’ll give you a dollar.”
The talking didn’t stop, but it did lessen, and I know I heard some counting, and as I was paying, Quinn asked for his dollar. It turns out that he had misunderstood my proposition, had counted to five, and was now demanding his twenty dollars.
So then, it turned into this whole thing with the sobbing and the sad face and the demanding of a three-dollar bill, and I finally relented and told him that if he behaved himself at the Wall of Fame that I would give him a dollar when we got home.
And then all was right with the world.
Quinn did some behaving and some misbehaving and somewhere along the route between Target and the school and the ride home, Quinn became entirely convinced that he was owed two dollars.
Which he wasn’t. And which he didn’t get.