Decision Making by Aaron
Last night Aaron and I took the boys shopping. Sometimes this is fun, sometimes this is a little slice of hell on earth. This particular occasion was actually really terrific.
Seth has been asking for a yellow helicopter and/or a black motorcycle for about a month now. And a bicycle. Oh, and a quad. But the helicopter has been a particular fascination. You see, it had to have a controller, it had to be yellow with black on it or green.
Now, remote control helicopters are expensive, breakable and hard to control. To fix this, Aaron decided to return the video game I bought him for Valentine's Day (he had already bought the same one) and buy himself a remote control helicopter. Easy right? You don't know Aaron.
I once went shopping with this man for a week straight for running shoes. We went to malls in two states. We shopped online. We went to department stores, athletics stores, warehouses, shoe stores and even roadside stands. He tried on dozens of shoes, but most he sort of looked at suspiciously and walked away. They were too flashy, too busy, too black, too much silver, too tight, too loose, you fricking name it. It was the worst ordeal. He ended up buying... drumroll please.... the very first pair of shoes he had tried on. Justifiable homicide? Absolutely.
But I digress.
Aaron was scrutinizing the boxes of remote control helicopters. The decision was huge: should he buy two lesser models? One lesser model? One really good one? Will the boys destroy said helicopter in 5 minutes? Will we both agree to not let them play unsupervised with the helicopter? Is the yellow helicopter better than the blue? And if it isn't, should we get the yellow anyhow because that's what Seth wants? He picked up boxes, he put boxes down. All the time, two little boys are rambling loudly and non-stop about all the helicopters in front of them. Or the McQueen set. Or the trucks. Or the motorcycles.
And “OH MY GOODNESS MOMMY! LOOK AT THAT BICYCLES!”
Finally, he settles on the cheaper model and we continue our quest for sale priced toys to reward two very well-behaved little boys.
Thirty minutes later, JP has a new McQueen set (With broken tires!! He was so happy to find this one, I can't even begin to explain this.), Seth has two new motorcycles and Aaron... Aaron is staring at the box with the new helicopter in it. His face is saying, "Gosh, I'm not sure this is the right choice.”
So, he lifts the box and asks the question I've been waiting for: "Should I just get the good one?”
"Yes. For the love of God and all that is holy, get the good one!”
And so, he dashes over to the shelves with the lesser blue helicopter held out like it was suddenly road-kill and proceeds to choose the first, better, yellow helicopter he saw when we started this whole thing.
Such is the Decision Making Process by Aaron.
Seth has been asking for a yellow helicopter and/or a black motorcycle for about a month now. And a bicycle. Oh, and a quad. But the helicopter has been a particular fascination. You see, it had to have a controller, it had to be yellow with black on it or green.
Now, remote control helicopters are expensive, breakable and hard to control. To fix this, Aaron decided to return the video game I bought him for Valentine's Day (he had already bought the same one) and buy himself a remote control helicopter. Easy right? You don't know Aaron.
I once went shopping with this man for a week straight for running shoes. We went to malls in two states. We shopped online. We went to department stores, athletics stores, warehouses, shoe stores and even roadside stands. He tried on dozens of shoes, but most he sort of looked at suspiciously and walked away. They were too flashy, too busy, too black, too much silver, too tight, too loose, you fricking name it. It was the worst ordeal. He ended up buying... drumroll please.... the very first pair of shoes he had tried on. Justifiable homicide? Absolutely.
But I digress.
Aaron was scrutinizing the boxes of remote control helicopters. The decision was huge: should he buy two lesser models? One lesser model? One really good one? Will the boys destroy said helicopter in 5 minutes? Will we both agree to not let them play unsupervised with the helicopter? Is the yellow helicopter better than the blue? And if it isn't, should we get the yellow anyhow because that's what Seth wants? He picked up boxes, he put boxes down. All the time, two little boys are rambling loudly and non-stop about all the helicopters in front of them. Or the McQueen set. Or the trucks. Or the motorcycles.
And “OH MY GOODNESS MOMMY! LOOK AT THAT BICYCLES!”
Finally, he settles on the cheaper model and we continue our quest for sale priced toys to reward two very well-behaved little boys.
Thirty minutes later, JP has a new McQueen set (With broken tires!! He was so happy to find this one, I can't even begin to explain this.), Seth has two new motorcycles and Aaron... Aaron is staring at the box with the new helicopter in it. His face is saying, "Gosh, I'm not sure this is the right choice.”
So, he lifts the box and asks the question I've been waiting for: "Should I just get the good one?”
"Yes. For the love of God and all that is holy, get the good one!”
And so, he dashes over to the shelves with the lesser blue helicopter held out like it was suddenly road-kill and proceeds to choose the first, better, yellow helicopter he saw when we started this whole thing.
Such is the Decision Making Process by Aaron.
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