I Bet SHE Doesn’t Give Candy Every Time, Either.

I told him we weren’t buying candy – we had a list of things to buy and candy wasn’t one of them and, hey, we don’t buy candy every time we run an errand.

So..

He tried to look CUTE for candy.

He tried DEMANDING candy.

He BEGGED for candy.

He CRIED for candy.

He stomped and he yelled and he told me he hated me. He refused to walk beside me. He yelled some more with his little arms crossed and tears streaming down his face.

Then he brought out the big guns and announced that he would like to go back to live with his foster mom now, please, because he LIKES HER BETTER.

After his weeping, yelling and stomping fit, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit tempted to chuck him in the car and leave him on her front porch with a note saying, “HE LIKES YOU BETTER. GOOD LUCK! PS: HE STILL REALLY LIKES CANDY.” but I figured his brothers might be mad and Coffee might be peeved and how the hell would I explain THAT to our social worker, anyway?

(Plus? He’s really cute. And he’s snuggly.)

Instead, I smiled and said, “Well, that’s not an option. We’re a family and families stick together even when they’re mad!”

Truthfully, I’m surprised it has taken him so long to bust that one out. After the first few weeks in which he had spontaneous, “I want her” sobbing fits, he hasn’t said much other than his usual complaint about one of the biological sons that lived there. He brings THAT complaint up with stunning regularity. But nothing about wanting to live there again..

I’m curious as to whether or not he’ll use it again – or try to – since he didn’t get a big reaction.

Next up, one of them will need to shout, “YOU’RE NOT MY *REAL* MOM.” and I’ll know I’m actually living in some sort of an adoption stereotype.