Monday, January 4, 2010


A week at Grandma's house has done much to thwart all my good child-rearing habits. As usual.

A script from this morning:

Little One: Good morning, Mama. Let's watch something on TV.

Mama: Why don't we have breakfast?

Little One: Yes! Cookies and TV!

Mama: How about eggs and then maybe we could paint something together?

Little One: (Face collapsing into a tremendous pout, with tears on the verge of overflowing) But Mama, Grandma always lets me watch TV. You're a naughty Mama. I want to go back to Grandma's house. You're so mean! (Threatened tears now materialize and overwhelm. A brief stint face down on the kitchen floor ensues.)

Mama: ...

Thanks, mom.


Ruth said...

Eggs and painting? You are a mean mama--I'm calling the authorities.

Stefania said...

My Mom says that Grandmas have the sole purpose of enjoying their grand children. Educating them is the parents responsability!
Happy New Year!

Sarah said...

H. came into my room this morning dripping sticky green drool and with a DYED tongue to match from his ring pop. At 8 a.m.!! Daddy ROCKS!!