We can only wait and see if that worked or not.
But as I was dropping of the kids at their great-grandparents house, I learned that one set of neighbors had bought him a pumpkin and another had bought him a tool set. It's not his birthday, or Christmas, or even Easter! It's a Tuesday!
Then it hit me. Hard.
My son is more popular than I am.
Um, that's not even right. I'm the cool one. I'm the awesome one. Without my awesomeness, there wouldn't be his cuteness. Just fyi.
But no. I get swept under the rug. I'm not even kidding. His great-grandparents live in a trailer park. If the managers see me driving by, they rush over to the trailer to say hi. They demand that he get brought over. He goes for a walk in the afternoon while he's there, and EVERYONE comes out of their trailers to see this kid.
It's just not right, I tell you! I wasn't even that popular in high school.
I wasn't that popular ever. *sigh*
Don't have cute kids... just don't.