Bad Mommy

Last night I ate some of Mommy's pancakes. They were very good. I had fun at the restaurant. The waitress thought I was really cute and she brought me crackers.

Then we came home. Only Mom didn't. Dad and I got out of the car and he said, "We'll be fine." And she was gone. Speak for yourself buddy. I had envisioned a little milk, maybe a bath, and a book.

I played with Dad for awhile and let him study while I played with my toys. Then I couldn't hold it in and I told Dad exactly how I felt about Mom's irresponsible behavior. I told him I thought it was important that he tell her she couldn't do it again. He said he understood I missed Mom and he let me sit on his lap and tell him about my problems.

That's where I was when she came through the door. I kept my vow not to smile at her and to look very sternly at her so she would know what a bad mommy she was. And I waited for Dad to give her what for. And he just smiled and said, "I think somebody misses you." I couldn't believe it! Wimp. He was supposed to let her have it. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did he keep you from studying? I should have come back earlier." She apologized TO DAD! What about Ben? I've been miserable.

"Ben, let's go get your jammys on." That's when I realized the stare wasn't working. And I let her have it. I told her exactly what I thought of her selfish behavior. And that I didn't want my jammys; I wanted milk.

I don't think she'll be leaving me again anytime soon.