I caught a glimpse of my future yesterday.
It scared the shit out of me.
I picked up K from school and she asked to go to Dunkin Donuts on the way home to see if they had lemonade coolattas yet (a summertime treat). Reasonable request, so we hit one of 3 DD's in a 5 mile vicinity of school. (We can't get a Target on Cape Cod, but you could line up all the DDs on Cape Cod and probably walk on their roofs to England.)
I sweetly say to the nice man, "Are you serving lemonade coolattas yet?"
The very unfriendly man says, "We don't have them. They are now discontinued."
K opts for a glazed donut and as we get in the car, she bursts into tears and throws her donut in the backseat.
Yeah, she is THAT devastated over the "not ever again, lemonade coolatta".
She yells about never (NNNNEEEEEVVVVEEEERRRRRRRR) going to DDs again. Ever!
This tantrum goes on for 30 MINUTES.
My mind immediately fast forwards to the first boyfriend break up. If she is crying for 30 minutes over lemonade, what is she going to be like after a breakup?
I need a show called Super Nanny for Teens. NBC, ABC, CBS, if you can read this could you quickly create this show because my graduate degree in teaching technically only goes through 3rd grade. I am currently wading in uncharted waters about to be in over my head!