that kid....

I totally just had a "that kid" experience in Kohls. I took back a big bag of stuff from a while ago and exchanged some shorts for Brian (since he is so skinny now). Connor was dancing around so I asked him if he needed to go potty. "No." Yeah right....the dance continued. We needed to go downstairs so I told him if he went potty then he could press the button on the elevator and we would go down that way. He was crying all the way to the bathroom, "doesn't want go potty," over and over. The bathroom was full of people and we go into a stall. I beg him to go. No, he screams louder. Fine. Don't go. Walk out of the bathroom without tears. Go down the elevator. Head to check out. Screaming begins. "I need to go potty!!" Oh....my.....goodness.....want to hurt the child. He is screaming that he needs to go potty at the top of his lungs. Tears streaming down his cheeks. I'm trying to pay, while I clearly say (loud enough for at least the cashier to hear me), "no, we were JUST at the potty and you refused to go." So, I'm sure anyone else that heard him just thought I was horrible for refusing to take my child to the bathroom. I soooo wanted to hurt him at this point....jerk him up by the arm and carry him by the leg out of the store... I carry him out of the store (not by the leg.....but he was still screaming) and he proceeds to cry/whine/scream all the way home. I told him he was more than welcome to go potty AT HOME. "No, push the button (on the elevator I'm assuming). Turn around. Back to the mall." Sorry, kiddo. Not happening.

So, he is now in his room, in his bed. I took him a "butter-n-honey" (peanut butter and honey sandwich) and milk. He began crying that he did not want a butter-n-honey. "put back on the counter". No, I'll leave it on your night stand. "Take it away!" So, I give him a big hug and start carrying the plate to the kitchen. "MOM, I want my fan-ich!!" Oh my goodness, child. Go to sleep. I'm assuming he is eating it now.