When their minds lock on to something, you'd better go run and hide because they are going to drive you completely batty.
They will talk incessantly about it. They will ask over and over and over again if they can have it, do it, see it, touch it, eat it, buy it, or use it.
It's enough to drive me to drink. Not that I need an excuse for that.
A friend of W.'s recently got glasses. All of a sudden, my boys went blind. They begged and pleaded for me to take them to get glasses, "RIGHT AWAY!"
T. feigned headaches. W. began squinting at the television.
"Your eyes are totally fine!" I informed them. "T., you just had yours checked at the pediatrician. And didn't you, W., just have the school nurse perform eye exams?"
They looked at each other and then back to me, in unison they whined, "Moooommmm! Our eyes are bad now!"
I rolled mine and walked away.
For the next three days they pestered me. "Did you make us appointments with the eye doctor yet?" and "When are we going to get our glasses?"
W. must have gotten tired of me telling him that the doctor was out of the country because on the fourth day, the school nurse called.
"Hi, Mrs. Schmitty? I have W. here. He's saying that he's having problems seeing the board in class and that he's been having headaches."
Oooooohhhh, that little booger!
I asked the nurse if they had just recently given the eye exams. She told me they had and he had done fine.
I explained the situation to her and asked her to send
About thirty minutes after I hung up with the nurse, the phone rang again. I saw the school's number on the caller id.
"Mrs. Schmitty? I just gave W. another eye exam. I'm going to send home a letter that recommends he be examined by his doctor. His vision is 20/50 in both eyes."
I burst out laughing.
"Thank you, I'll take care of everything."
Upon arriving home, W. handed me the letter from the nurse. "Did you make my appointment?"
"Don't worry honey, I'll handle it."
It's been two weeks since I received the nurses recommendation letter. Both boys have moved on to obsessing about the new flavor of gum they want to try. Their headaches are gone. The squinting has stopped.
At dinner last night I said to W., "Wow! It was truly amazing how you read that small print on the television last night! I guess your eyesight has been restored! It's a miracle!"
He grinned his special, I can't lie to mom because she knows me too well grin.
"W., I am going to make an appointment for you with a doctor."
"You are?" He questioned.
"Sure, you need to go see a proctologist to get an enema because you are full of poop!"