This weekend when we were shopping at Target, Regin picked up a large ceramic ball ornament, thinking it was a bouncy ball. I ran over to him saying, “noooooo that’s nooooot a toooooy!!!!” but I was too late. By the time I’d reached him, he’d already held it high over his head and thrown it on the ground as hard as he could.
SMASH!!!
I gasped! I started telling him, “you see? Mamma said it wasn’t a toy…” but the poor guy was completely shocked and embarassed. He ran around the corner and hid. I stayed and apologized profusely to the Target workers, while he watched from a distance with his Papi, and saw as they cleaned it up and assured me repeatedly that it was no big deal and I didn’t have to pay for it. (thank goodness it was a cheap, Target item!). Poor guy. It took a long time to recover; he was pretty mortified.
I can’t really blame him. It did look like a fun ball!
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