Yesterday, I came downstairs to the sound of wails and shrieks from Adana (almost 2). It had been a long day - I was tired (that's all the excuse that I can come up with). I immediately demanded an explanation from Jared, who was supposed to be "in charge" while I was cleaning upstairs. He muttered something about taking away a bag of Cheese Nips from Adana because he didn't think I wanted her to have an unhealthy snack.
Me (hands on hips, stern glare): "WHAT do you think I would prefer - her to have a healthy snack or to not be screaming all over the house!?!? Well????? (bigger glare and a bit of hip shaking, to really emphasize that I'm annoyed).
Jared stands there, stammering. I'm impatiently waiting for his answer. Then I mentally review what I just said. How was the poor boy supposed to respond? I hug him, give Adana the Cheese Nips, and head back upstairs.
Some days, I am just amazed that my kids are turning out so well, despite my parenting.
1 comment:
Ah, but you can actually leave your eleven-year-old "in charge!" Mine cannot even remember to eat his breakfast without dozens of reminders. As Aidan just said, "He might be pretty smart, but I have a lot more common sense than he does!"
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