A couple of weekends we were heading out of town, and if anyone knows me very well you know how much I hate packing! I dread it, put it off, and it makes me in a bad mood.
Anyway, this day we had a flag football game and I was going to a watch party at my mother-in-laws house before we were heading out of town.
The girl C would not nap and wanted to be held all day, which wasn't helping the packing situation at all.
Finally, I sat on the couch and declared that we couldn't go. A little dramatic, I know, but I was having a moment.
Anyway, I have two very different personalitied sons. B started bawling and screaming that I was so mean. C announced, "I can help you mom. I will pack the snacks."
So, he then proceded to get the cooler and fill it up. Included was several different kinds of drinks and about 20 boxes of dry Jell-o. You never know when you will get a craving on the road, you know! Then he dragged the cooler up the stairs by himself.
What a great kid.