My son just kicked me out of the living room so he could have privacy while he poops, what better time to blog?

Let me start with saying I was determined to he he parent that didn’t allow their kid to get attached to an inanimate object. We had a pacifier for all of 4 months then ditched it, had a bottle until 10 months and did away with it, and we don’t have a specific animal or blanket were attached to. Until Dusty Crop Hopper. And let me tell you, it’s hard enough keeping up with my 2 year old much less a 3 inch long tiny Plane.

He had school yesterday and insisted on taking Dusty Crop Hopper, off of planes, with him. I knew it wasn’t a good idea but I didn’t want to be a bad mom. So I let him. All the while I’m secretly hoping Walmart still has them in stock “just in case.”

Since I was a “bad mom” yesterday and let him stay in aftercare I didn’t get to see his teacher, just the after school director. And guess what, she didn’t know where Crop Hopper would even be. I put a smile on my face and tried to side track my little dude but he kept demanding him.

Got home and it was no different. “Crop Hopper in backpack”

No, he’s not. All night long the words rattled off the walls, he even had about 3 cookies to side track him.. But no he still demanded Crop Hopper.

This morning as were lounging around he said go to store.. I’m thinking what the heck could you possibly be associating the store with. Then he yells it “CROP HOPPER!”

We loaded up in the Explorer and headed down to Walmart. Of course the tire pressure light comes on in the car to delay us a bit so we stopped at the gas station to fix it. You would’ve thought the world was ending when he found out that the 7-11 didn’t carry Crop Hopper, so we cried until we reached Walmart.

Once we made it to Walmart he was as happy as a clam and was asking for all of the other toys except… Yep, you guessed it. Crop Hopper.

Now we’re home playing with Crop Hopper and acting as though our lives are complete. I should’ve bought the 3 others that were there just in case. But for now this one isn’t leaving the house.

Does that make me a bad mom?