To the Woman in the Line Next to Me at IKEA Sunday Night

You saw me with my daughter in the double stroller and my rambunctious son who was standing on the trolley being attended by my husband. My boy was playing with a $2 fake flower, and I repeatedly asked him to stop bending it. I was clearly frustrated, but too wrung out to deal with the fit that would surely happen if I forced him into a stroller. Finally I said something like, “Come on buddy, please stop that.” He looked me in the eye and said “No, Mommy, I will…

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