Anytime Sean wants to do something knowingly forbidden, he will deem it a “special b’ccasion” thereby officially suspending all rules, regulations and common sense.
The morning after Halloween, he bounces out of bed and announces, “Mom, I’m going to have M&Ms for breakfast today because it’s a special b’cassion!” And then he cocked his head and wrinkled his nose making it seem like a completely reasonable thing to do. And nearly impossible to say no.
And then I had to explain that no, a special b’cassion is like a birthday or out of town visitors or PMS — not Thursday. But being the total pushover-spineless-jellyfish-wrapped-around-his-finger mother that I am, I let him have a few M&Ms after he ate breakfast. Life is short people, you have to take a calculated risk once in a while and by my calculations chasing a bowl of oatmeal with a few M&Ms was a risk worth taking.
Last night we were lying in his bed reading books before bedtime and he asked me if I would sleep in his bed with him.
I told him no, that he has his own bed and mommy and daddy have their own bed and that everyone sleeps in their own bed.
“But it’s a special b’ccasion,” he pleaded.
“No, it’s not a special b’ccasion, it’s just Sunday,” I countered.
“But Mommy, every day with you is a special b’ccasion!” he enthused, channeling Eddie Haskell.
“And might I just say those are lovely sweats you are wearing mother and I would hasten to add that you’ve never looked younger,” he declared.
No, not really. He didn’t say that. He didn’t actually use the word hasten.
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