Tuesday, January 27, 2009

She Held Out As Long As She Could

I think I've mentioned before about how much Punkin idolizes Bubba. Although they do have their scuffles and she gets mad when he takes something of hers, she worships the ground he walks on. If there's something that he wants and he gets really upset about not getting it, she will do whatever she can to make him happy.

Case in point, at HER third birthday party I had balloons for all the kids to take home. I had bought extras, just in case, but several children had lost their balloons on the way to their cars and because I'm a softie I gave them new ones. Which meant that when it was time for us to leave my mom's house, there was only one balloon left, which I gave to Punkin since it was her birthday. You would have thought that I had mortally wounded Bubba the way that he looked at me. Big, fat tears welled up in his eyes and he started to cry because seriously, both my kids seem to love balloons almost more than life itself. He sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. And then Punkin walked over to him and said "Here, Bubba, you can have mine." She gave away her own balloon. At her own birthday party!

Yesterday when I picked her up from school, Punkin found a snack bag full of pretzel sticks that my step-sister had so kindly packed for the kids before we left her house on Saturday. After I confirmed for her that they were "not old" I heard Punkin began to crunch away on them.

"I'm going to save one of these for Bubba," she told me.

"That's great, sweetie. That's really nice of you."

She kept crunching. And crunching. And crunching. Finally, she said, "Mommy, can you break this one in half for me? I'm going to give half of it to Bubba."

As I reached around to get the pretzel stick for her, I realized it was the last one. Well, at least she was saving half for him.

I heard her crunch her half and then it was quiet for a few minutes. And then:

"I'm just going to lick this pretzel, okay, mommy?" she said, oh so sweetly.

"I thought you were saving that one for Bubba," I reminded her.

"I am," she said. "I'm just going to lick it, that's all."

Oh, well, if that's all.

When we picked Bubba up, Punkin held out the pretzel and crowed "Bubba, I saved this pretzel for you!"

"Don't eat it, Bubba!" I warned. "She licked it!"

It's too bad, really. Her heart was in the right place, but her willpower was nowhere to be found.

8 comments:

Trannyhead said...

Awww ... she meant well. I can totally relate. It's like the last of the chips my mom saved for me and then ate.

GRRRRR ...

HalfAsstic.com said...

Oh that was so sweet! And hilarious that she with such good intentions she just couldn't resist the temptation of that last pretzel!
You know, I bet Bubba wouldn't have even minded...if only he hadn't known. ;-)

calicobebop said...

So funny! Oh my goodness kids are great. She's a real sweetheart!

Fannie said...

Cute story, thanks for sharing!

anglophilefootballfanatic.com said...

Awww. She was so sweet to even think of saving it for him.

Katie in MA said...

HA HA HA HA! THat is hilarious! I think I must borrow her for awhile. Gracie would have taunted: "I had pret-zels!" And since Bee idolizes her sister and acts just.like.her. she has picked up on the taunting. Never often enough for me to justify killing them, you understand. Just often enough to make me lose my mind.

Laura said...

I love that girl. I will share just about anything...but dont touch my freakin chips and salsa!!!!!!!!! A girl's gotta draw the line somewhere. And I believe salty snacks is where you start drawing.

Michele said...

Hi there,
I enjoy your blog and just caught up with your January posts. I wanted to give a shout out to Adam Ant. Saw him in concert with my roomate at U of F a looonnnnggggg time ago. Now I have one of his songs in my head, "You don't drink you don't smoke, what do you do," Not sure of the name of it. hear it a lot on my XM radio 80's station....