Lollipops
S found two lollipops today and brought them to me to open. One was chocolate flavored and the other blueberry. I opened the chocolate one for him and opened the other one for me. Poor K, she was left with none, which was okay, because I didn't want to lollipop maintenance duty.
After about two minutes, S decides he wants mine, so he gives K his, which she gladly takes and he expects mine to be handed right to him. Well, I like mine and I'm not giving it to him. Sorry son. He bursts into tears and cries and cries and I'm on the phone.
S realizes I'm not yielding. So he goes back for his original lollipop, but K really likes it. She is not giving it up and a battle ensues, and she successfully defends and retains possesion of the lollipop. At this point, I swear she raises it above her head and shakes it at him, taunting poor S into more tears. I leave, I'm on the phone still trying to carry on a conversation.
As I'm walking to try to get away from the noise, S starts following me, bringing his screams and whining with him. I start walking faster but I can't shake him, but I wear him down. He stops and goes back to K, who finally grows weary of it and drops on the floor. S doesn't even bother to pick it up.
Minutes later, the lollipop battle is over. At least I got to finish mine.


