Skid Row

Well, it's happened. The rosy glow of motherhood is gone. My toddler, my little mild-mannered angel, was a bad boy at the nursery last night. According to the nursery workers he shoved toys around in a vicious manner, pushed other innocent young victims. . .um kids, around, and refused to obey when told to stop. Oh, the shame, the heartbreak. As soon as I heard the news I thought I could see the future.

My little darling, kicked out of junior high for pushing the principal into a locker. My precious son, wearing earrings and a nose stud, is brought home by the cops from a raucous frat party and throws up his beer into my potted plant. Military school! Prison! The Chair!!!

Ok, so maybe it's not all that bad. I suppose all I'm really feeling is guilt. You know how it is. When your child is being good, it's easy to be judgemental of other mothers and their "discipline problems". Then, inevitably, the sin-nature rears its ugly head. I suppose this is only a foretaste of things to come. My friend, who has a very strong-willed toddler of her own, said it was just my turn.

In the meantime, Prince Charming is grounded from video games all day, and, the most painful cut of all (to him), Daddy didn't let him play with Mommy's new drum machine after church last night. Overboard? Maybe. But hey, I'm not perfect either.

Update: I have been informed in the cutest little toddler voice - "And I am not going to be a bad boy at the nursery anymore!" We'll see.