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The Newcomer

Implanting crazy buttons

Ever heard those kids in a store that are on an "I want" jag? "I want, I want, I want . . ." The list seems endless as the little whiner drives his mom crazy with things he dreamed up on the spot, most likely.

I got into trouble once after accompanying my "wanting" little grandson and his dad through a store. I said 'I've never seen a kid who wanted so much'.

Wrong thing to say, right?

Although not intended as such, it was taken as a criticism of poppa's management of said son. I really was just stating a fact: I had never seen a child want so much in such a short time.

It made me think back to when my kids were little. I don't recall them ever nagging me for things in stores.

However, I don't recall taking them to stores much either.

This parent job is a strange one. When you're doing the parenting, you try to do the best you can at the moment. When you grow up and find you have buttons people can push that make you crazy, you know exactly which parent it was that programmed that button into you.

Makes me wonder what kind of buttons I implanted in my five.

Over the years, I've been pretty successful in weeding out my personal crazy buttons, but there are two still stuck in there that I think will go to the grave with me.

I cannot stand having a finger pointed directly into my face. Anyone who does that risks getting his finger twisted right off.

The second thing I can't stand is having someone say 'There was a little girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead. And when she was good, she was very, very good, but when she was bad, she was horrid."

Guess who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead?

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