Jen asked me yesterday if James needed a bike. "Yes he does," I replied. So, Jen said she would bring over Simon's barely used, very little, Spiderman bike. I told James about it.
Me: Aunt Jen is going to bring you a Spiderman bike.
James: Ann Jen got me a PRESENT!?!
Me: Yeah, but I think you should go on the potty before you get it.
James: Ann Jen get me a present.
Well, our week started out fun with my mom and dad still here and has become increasingly less fun since they left. We took them to the ferry on Wednesday afternoon and said goodbye. I told the kids I would take them to McDonald's on the way home, mostly to distract them from being overly sad. But, after they got out and we got ready to pull away, James started crying softly and said, "Papa an Gramma goin' see Nate. I wan see Nate." Oh, he broke my heart and I cried a few tears, too.
Then, we went to McDonald's and I accidentally stole a double cheeseburger. How did you steal a double cheeseburger, you may be wondering. Well, we drove through and got our food. I pulled into a parking space to divvy up all the nuggets and fries and there was no double cheeseburger to be seen in the bag. So, I was a little bit annoyed, but just went in and told them I didn't get my double cheeseburger and asked them to bring it out to me. ('Cause I'm the kind of parent who is irresponsible enough to leave the kids in the car and run in for a minute, but responsible enough to not leave them longer than that. Thereby, inconveniencing others for the sake of my children's safety. That's also why I don't return shopping carts unless I'm parked right next to the cart corral. Is that what they're called?) Anyway, I later realized that the original double cheeseburger was merely hiding under the massive stack of napkins in the bag. Geesh, like I need or even want to eat TWO double cheeseburgers. I wasn't even that excited to eat one. I took it to Kitsap Sports and had Mike pawn it off on one of his hungry employees.