Friday afternoon Spencer and I took a trip to Target. She's been pretty well behaved the last couple of times we've been, so I wasn't expecting anything different. Everything started off fine and dandy until we got to the toddler clothing section. You see, Spence has her own ideas about which clothes she'd like to wear and they don't usually jive with what I think she should wear. She picks up anything and everything that's magenta and/or has sequins and/or an animal print. If she had her way she'd be dressed like one of those New Jersey Housewives 24/7.
So after I took one of her selections from her hands and put in back on the rack, she smacked me. I took her hands and held them, leaned in close, and whispered in my fiercest-I'm-not-messing-around whisper, "DO NOT hit me!" She looked at me and promptly yelled at the top of her lungs "DO NOT HIT ME MOMMY!" As soon as the words left her mouth all eyes were on me to see if I had in fact hit my child in the Target toddler's clothing department. I don't think my face turned red, I'm pretty sure all the blood drained out of my head because I felt light headed and I started stammering something like "I didn't hit her, I never hit her, she hit me..." I pretty much wanted to disappear.
To be sure, it was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. It was also one of those instances where I had no idea what to do to discipline Spencer. I still don't know what I should have done. What I did do was high tail it out of the store and I put her in time out when we got home. I told her why she was in time out, but it was like 30 minutes after the fact, which I'm pretty sure is too long to make a connection between the "crime" and the "punishment." Most of the time I try to learn a lesson from these types of experiences, but I'm not sure what I learned from this latest debacle. For now, I'm just glad that from my house there are like five Targets in a 15 mile radius.
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