My mom is wonderful...

[la_rainette]

This morning at breakfast:

Mom: What are you doing?
la rainette: Taking the red berries out of the Special K Red Berries.
Mom: ??
la rainette: See, ordinary Special K is nothing like Special K Red Berries. The girls don't like it. They only like Special K Red Berries.
Mom: ??
la rainette: Only, they don't like the red berries, so I fish them out before giving them their cereals.
Mom: Well, what do you do with the berries, do you put them in your own bowl? You eat them, I see.
la rainette: Yeah, but I don't like them either. I just can't be bothered to fish them out of my bowl. I throw the girls' in the garbage.
Mom *hugs me unexpectedly* You are such a nice mom!

:D Am very, very pleased.

In other news, a lovely picture of Froglet hugging Dora figured in the local paper today. The photographer did tell us this might happen, because she thought she'd gotten a good picture of Froglet, and lo and behold, there she was, with her loveliest delighted smile.

There is a tiny version of this picture on the website, which I could use as an icon. I believe this means upgrading my LJ, but I've been tempted to do it for a long time... *goes hunting for her credit card*

Comments

[dramawench.livejournal.com]

Hey, can you give us a link to the pic, or is that too revealing?
Go, enter the land of OMGsomanyicons and paid time. All the cool kids are doing it :D

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

:D It's in my icon, I am so pleased! (It's that small on the website, unfortunately. The printed version is larger though)

[l33tminion]

Heh... that's nice, but something my parents would never have done for me. But I've developed quite sophisticated tastes in food (and enjoy food and cooking much more as a result) in part because my parents never condoned such picky eating (making this the one unpleasant thing that my parents do "for their children's own good" that I feel I actually benefited from).

Of course, ranting about this makes me feel like an old geezer:
"Back in my day, parents wouldn't pick the red berries out of the cereal. Course, we didn't have these 'red berries' then. Or 'cereal,' for that matter. You ate your cold grits, and you liked them, too."

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

"Back in my day, parents wouldn't pick the red berries out of the cereal. Course, we didn't have these 'red berries' then. Or 'cereal,' for that matter. You ate your cold grits, and you liked them, too."

*snorts coffee over the keyboard*