Several weeks ago The Flash came to me in tears.
(This needs to be read in the whiniest voice possible) “Mommmmmmmmy… you aren’t going to the school auction so you aren’t going to buy the necklace I made.”
I reassured him that although mommy is too cheap wasn’t going to attend the auction, I could have a friend buy it for me. He was satisfied.
The auction was a great success. I mean, really great. They raised $30,000 dollars for the school. And now I know how this public school with 40% of the students on free/reduced lunch raised so much money.
As in $35 more than any other jewelry I ever wear.
And if every first grade student whined their way into having their necklace purchased, the school raised $2000 on beaded necklaces made by six year olds.
To make the situation worse, The Flash claimed ownership over my new forty dollar necklace. He swiped it while I was taking a shower and slept with it the first night we had it home.
Then begged to wear it to school the next day.
The second evening, he took it from my hands and played with it while I washed dishes.
He. Broke. It.
Half the beads scattering on the ground. The clasp missing. And everyone yelling and in tears.
I still get shivers of anger when I think about the breakage. Luckily, Professor X was eventually able to string it back together and fix the clasp.
And now The Flash owes me. Big time.