The Car Reward From Hell
Noble was so excited that he earned all his good behavior stickers and got to pick out a little matchbox car as his reward. I was SECONDS away from being able to go to Rite Aid and pick one out for him, alone, until frickin Gayle asks Noble if he wants to go with me. NOOOOO!!!!!!! So away we went. What should’ve taken about 2 minutes, took what seemed like 3 years.
We get into the toy aisle at Rite Aid and I point out to Noble the section where the $1-$2 cars live. But as any of you who have children know, when kids get into the toy aisle, something clicks in their brains and all outside noise is completely shut down. The thoughts remaining are one of a few:
-“How many toys can I touch and play with”
-“How many toys can I ask my daddy to buy”
-“How quickly can I stress my dad out by not listening to him and completely disregarding the original purpose of the trip”
I think I said, “OK Noble, pick out your car”, over 50 times! And none of the cars would do. He wanted the Venom doll; then he wanted a baseball, then he wanted a semi truck…NO, wait, then he didn’t want the semi truck. It got to the point where I had 5 cars laid out in the middle of the aisle, and I said, “NOBLE YOU HAVE TEN SECONDS TO PICK ONE OF THESE OR YOU GET NOTHING!” And there I am, in the middle of the toy aisle at Rite Aid, with cars spread on the floor, counting 10, 9, 8, 7, 6…and I can feel the anxiety welling up inside me.
He finally picked his car, and it only took me 2 hours to settle back down at home. I laugh now at how utterly stressed I was. I mean how frickin hard is it to look at the cars on display, decide which one you like best, and then get the hell out of that store with your brand new car! 2-3 minutes MAX! I’m telling you, I could have dropped off film to get developed on the way in, and picked it up as we were leaving!