March 10, 2005

I Didn't Teach Her That

Presumably one would learn a lot about being a mother from one's female parental unit. However, I'm not sure where The Girl is studying these days. This morning, I found her bent over The Baby, daubing a some spit up with a rag, saying, "Don't spit up again or I'll have to give you a spank." I've never said that. Bemoaned being doused, perhaps, but never meted out any punishment to the offenders. They are just too cute and smiley after they spit up and besides, I probably overstuffed them in the first place.

Later, in the tub she was celebrating the birthdays of all the bath toys. Singing Happy Birthday in her own special way and then handing them to me to be eaten, at which point she would throw them in "the garbage" (a certain quadrant of the bathtub). As you may have guessed, we usually don't serve our children for dinner on their birthdays, nor deposit them in the nearest trash receptacle, maybe only for really special occasions. (We are the Adams family, after all.)


Oh, I don't think you have to worry about Children's Services making a visit or anything. We know we don't say certain things, yet those perceptive little rascals will pick up body language, as well as other cues, and can tell when you're agitated.

It's difficult enough to tame the tongue, but eye rolls and sighs can say alot, especially when those youngsters are putting your patience to the test.

Posted by: MarcV at March 10, 2005 12:24 PM