zebra pack of gum, I am my mom.

Anyone remember this gum? I sure do, so delicious and fruity... and it lost it's flavor so quickly that you were forced to eat the whole pack in under an hour. Although, maybe I made that up so I could eat it as fast as possible, who knows. This was the treat of all treats. I'm talkin' the mother of all that was awesome! This gum and the story behind it made me realize I am my mothers child. What had happened was...

We were at a grocery store with my mom, I can't tell you what age (if I guessed I would say sixish?) or where exactly. I just know it was a grocery store, with the candy section sitting right there in the cashiers line. With that zebra pack of gum, eye level or shall I say hand level. Right there just waiting for the taking, I am pretty sure it was glowing and it called my name and then my sisters. I know she heard it, because I could see that look on her face knowing she thought the same thing. That pack of gum wanted us, and we wanted it. So, I grabbed it, handed a piece to my sister, took a piece for myself and stuck the rest of the pack in my pocket. Didn't think anything of it until I got to the car and the first piece lost its flavor. Popped another in my mouth and handed Alicia another, by about piece 4 our mouths were full and my mom started to get suspicious, probably because Alicia and I weren't fighting talking like usual. When the woman realized our mouths were full she began to question us, asking about what was in our mouths and where did we get it... you know typical mom investigation, the kind where no matter what you say you know you're not getting away with anything. At the end of said investigation, she made us go back to the store, apologize to the cashier, then to the security guy and made us give the gum back. She then had the security guy tell us what could happen if we did it ever again. Honestly, jail sounded way better than publicly apologizing to everyone in the store my mom could find in her radar. I was embarrassed and I am pretty sure my sister was too. Note to six year old self- never steal anything ever again, even if that zebra gum is calling you by name. I learned my lesson.

Fast Forward 22 Years...
We now have a six year old living with us. She has a ton of tricks up her sleeve, most of them I am well aware of and I know she's about to pull them. Why? Well hello little lady I grew up with your mom (my sister) all of what you think are original tricks were actually invented by your mom.
So, Tuesdays are often Drews day with Makenzie. He takes her to gymnastics, does her homework and puts her to bed. I usually work pretty late so I don't get home until later. It was a usual Tuesday and Drew asks Makenzie if she had homework, makenzie says no and nothing more is said, that is until Aunt Mandy comes home. Drew and I talk about the day and when Drew says Makenzie had no homework I get a little bit suspicious, she's had homework every night for 2 months, then none? I ask if he checked her folder, and he tells me yes. I then ask did you check the other pockets in her book-bag, and he's questioning why would I check her pockets? ha! Alicia used to crumple her homework up and put it in another pocket or the trash, no homework if it doesn't exist right?? wrong. Sure enough crumpled up homework at the bottom of the side pocket.
Drew and I discussed what would be the best way to handle this, I thought about my sister at 6 years old and how she would have reacted to each situation.
a. wake her up and have her do the homework- but then she would get to do exactly what my sister would have loved to do as a kid, join the party that she was convinced our parents had every night when she went to sleep.
b. See if we asked her in the morning about it if she would confess?- she doesn't lose out in any way, does her homework on the run and goes to school no consequences.
c. Let her know that we know about her hidden homework and not let her finish it... have her go to school early and let the teacher know she did not have her homework because she lied to her uncle about having homework.

We discussed, and in we went 20 minutes early to apologize to the teacher for not having her homework and have her tell the teacher why exactly she didn't have it. We walked out of the room and at that moment I realized that I had just made Makenzie do the exact same thing my own mother made me do. I realized I am my mother. My only hope is that her publicly apologizing for lying will have the same impact that it had on me and my sister 22 years earlier for stealing liberating that zebra gum.