Grocery Shopping

After preschool today it was our plan to head to Wegmans to do some grocery shopping and then go to the train station to have a picnic in the back of the van. In the parking lot the boys know that it's a rule that they have to hold my hand. Jameson tried holding Stellan's hand but there was some sort of sleeve issue. (I really don't know what the issue was.) Anyway, I told Jameson that he needed to hold my hand so we could go into the store. "No!". Oh, so he wanted to fight eh? "You have two choices. You either hold my hand now and we go into the store or else you don't hold my hand and we go home." "No!" Okee dokee. I turned them around and marched to the van. "No Mommy! I'll hold your hand." "Well, you should have made that choice a bit earlier."
I oh so gently placed him in his car seat as he was kicking, screaming and flailing. Poor Stellan was upset at this point as well due to the fact that he got the short end of the stick and had to go home too. We got buckled in and headed for home.
Jameson dramatically exclaimed, "I'm going to die".
"Yes sweetie, one day you will die but most likely not today."
"I will die, right now, today!"
"Well, mommy will be very sad and I'll miss you very much. I really hope you don't die."

So much for theatrics, I don't think that was the response he was hoping for.

Before we even got home (after a quick heart lesson) Jameson was truly repentant and said sorry followed by, "Will you forgive me?". I don't expect this type of incident to happen again in the near future.

It was a great lesson to teach but I still need my groceries. Grrr.