Two days during the week are designated "Mommy-Q" days. Q is home with me all day while big brother Five is in school. After the rushed drop-off, where we scurry to get Five in his kindergarten class line before the tardy bell rings, Q and I jump in the car and plan out the rest of our morning. This plan most definitely involves a run to a local coffee shop.
My sweet Q...he has a flare for drama. Sort of like his big brother. And the family dog.
And he can work it. Or perhaps it's more accurate to say he can work his mama over. Case in point, our Tuesday morning "plan" conversation:
Me: "Q, Mommy wants to go to the coffee shop, okay?"
Q: "Okay Mommy. Can I have a croissant, Mommy?" (which comes out as qua-sont" and makes me melt).
Me: "You don't want a galletita?" (Translated: "little cookie.")
Q: "No, Mommy. No galletita."
Me: "How come no galletita?"
Q: "The galletitas make me sad, Mommy. They make me cry. I need a croissant."
So we split one.
And then he ate two small chocolate chip biscottis, which, of course, made him cry with warm, hard tears.
"More galletitas, Mommy. More!"
But you knew that was coming, didn't you? He is two, after all.
