Towards the end of our yard sale, we were desperate to get rid of things so we were wheeling and dealing. We even made a "free" box for most of our smaller toys. Guess where the blue bear ended up? And guess who found it? And guess who freaked out at his Mother for putting it there?!?!
So I let him get it out and take it home. (He threw a fit about his "Sit and Spin" too! But it didn't come home. Shhhhhhh, don't remind him.) He packed this bear around religiously for 1 day, and during that 1 day, there was a lot of drama surrounding us about that bear.
Now we are getting to the meltdown part... This all happened on Mother's day, just so you know. Brett was teasing Quayd, as usual, and Quayd started pretend hitting his dad with the bear. Brett kept telling him to quit, but as a typical 5 year old boy, he didn't. Brett finally got fed up and grabbed the bear's arm. They started a tug-of-war and... OOPS! The arm ripped! OH MY GOSH, you would have thought he ripped off Quayd's arm! Quayd was freaking out like nothing I have ever seen before. Brett and I were trying not to laugh right in his face! If you know Quayd, you know how dramatic he is so this was like a huge deal! Being the mean mom that I am, before I would console him, I snapped pictures for all of you, my blogging buddies.
See, when crap hits the fan at my house, who do I think of first? Yes, that's right. YOU!Once Quayd stopped crying, he got MAD! Mad, mad mad. He yelled at his dad and told him, "You broke it, now you fix it!" (I can't make this crap up!) So dear old dad got a needle and thread and sewed it all up.
While he was sewing, Quayd came in, sobbing, and said, (Or should I say SHOUTED!) "Dad! Do you know that bear is the most specialist thing in the world to me!?!?! Do you even know what it says?" Brett, being the smart @%$ that he is, says, "Oh, you mean it can talk?" and then Quayd got REALLY mad and said, "NO!!!! Look at it! It says CTR! Do you even know what that means? It means Choose the Right, DAD!" It took everything we had not to laugh out loud. Before long, the bear was fixed, and Quayd was happy again. And I haven't seen it since. Until the next yardsale, I guess.
7 comments:
that is the funniest story ever.. When you came over for popcorn and told us, Greg died.. he was still talking about how funny Quayd is after you left. I think greg has a little thing for Quays, but not in a perverted way..... they are Wii buddies
OMG! I can't believe that Brett broke his most specialist thing ever! How dare he!
Cute story!
I love that kid!!
Oh my heck that is so cute. He's always so perfect when I see him so I'm glad to know he has meltdowns, too. :)
Who knew Brett was a seamstress?! And his wardrobe is killer! I wish I could run around like that! You guys are the most super nicest parents EVER! That kid of yours is definitely one lucky kid!
That is hilarious....and I'm glad to see I'm not the only one that takes pictures of the not so great moments....melt downs...in the world! I always felt like a sick mother! So if I am so are you! HA!;) That was a good belly laugh! Thanks!
That is so funny. My kids are the same way. They will never play with a toy so I will take it to the D.I. If they find out they throw a fit. Kamryn is the worst. One day about two years ago I took this baby piano to the D.I. It was like a newborn toy, that you put in the crib and the baby kicks. Well Kamryn had a cow. He threw the biggest fit over a baby toy. He kept wanting to go to the D.I. and buy it back. I'm not as nice a mom as you, because I wouldn't let him. He totally threw a fit for like a week. Then he forgot about it and all is well, until we go to the D.I. again.
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