The best mom in the world!

For a brief moment, that was me. Monday morning, July 10. Me, the best mom in the world. But then I wouldn't do what Roman wanted me to... and I was "not a good mom." Roman is much like his Mama was (still is?!).... into control and being in charge. And it's fast developing that Roman loves a good argument, especially one that has no point and no ending.... the classic "is not!" "is too!" So yesterday morning I asked Roman to take his jammies off, so we could get dressed and go to the train museum (Henry Ford). Believe it or not, this simple request took 45 minutes. He tried everything... "I can't!" while standing still as a statue.... "See, it won't work!" while acting like his arm was stuck in his sleeve... fooling around with toys... getting a book out.... and finally, asking me to help him. I told him he was a big boy and could do it himself. He thought for a minute, smiled up at me and said, "You're the best mom in the whole world!" "I am? Thank you!" I replied. And then came - "Yes, and that's why you will do it for me!" Just trying to butter me up!

Well, when I said little boys who wear clothes can go to the train museum, he realized the opposite was probably going to happen and said "you're not a good mom." "I'm sorry you feel that way. Little boys who wear clothes go to the train museum." And would you know it, gentle readers - we didn't end up going to the train museum yesterday. Somebody dawdled too long.

Before you say "oohhh, poor Roman!" be aware that we DID go today (Greenfield Village) and had a great couple hours just riding the train and looking at the turntable and roundhouse. And while I may not be the best mom in the whole world, I got pretty close today.