Monday, October 12, 2009
They're On To Me.
There's nothing more frustrating than having your parenting flaws pointed out to you by your own children.
Alright, there are probably some things that are more frustrating, but not many.
This afternoon I picked up lunch at the Braum's drive-thru. The kids wanted ice cream, so I ordered them each a small scoop of mint-chocolate-chip in a bowl. (For some reason that's their favorite kind. Don't blame me.) After they ate 'most' of their cheeseburgers I let them have their ice cream. When we got home Mim had only eaten about half of hers. Again.
"Mim, I'm not going to get you ice cream next time because you never finish it."
She looked at me with not the slightest speck of remorse on her face and said, "You'll forget, Mom." Then she continued with her activities.
"What do you mean 'I'll forget' child?"
"You won't remember that you told me that next time and you'll buy me ice cream again. You always do."
Which is true, actually, bless her pointed little ears. What she doesn't know, though, is that there was no better way to ensure that I most certainly would not forget next time than to be smug and annoying about it. Ha. That'll teach her.