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May. 17th, 2004 12:31 pmRemind me again why I took on that volunteer job at Tadpole's Playschool? Ah yes, too much peppered vodka. With the wrong people. And "because I'm an idiot" sums it up pretty well too, I'm afraid.
*sighs*
Husband - who is a great kid at heart, always the first to jump into the ballpit at the local playground - bought a croquet set yesterday, and with a promising waggle of his eyebrows proceeded to set it up in the backyard. By the time he was done, Froglet has already slaughtered one of the mallets - she used it as a hammer to flatten a few stray ants and broke it against the concrete.
Of couse, we'd hardly begun playing when Major Drama set in: A Scratched Toe. Now, Froglet as you may remember is definitely no wimp. She will hold her eye open for me while I apply the eye ointment against conjunctivitis (ow) and even apologise for having troubles to keep the other eye open because the eye that's already been treated stings.
But.
Scratched Toe.
Catastrophe.
In the Art of Being a Good Mother, one should never underestimate the choice of the right band-aid. If it's ugly, she won't have it. If it's too cute, she will somehow empty the whole box and decorate her doll. So. We have Dora the Explorer band-aids. She accepted a pink one, and allowed me to gently put it on the offending toe.
And over came Tadpole, whimpering, holding her hands to her chest, and said she needed band-aids too, for her boo-boos. You don't have any boo-boos, I said.
"yes, I do, see?" she argued. And lifted her T-shirt to show me her tiny, rosy, perfect nipples.
"No, Tadpole", I replied. "No boo-boos: nipples. Mommy and Froglet have them too"
"BOOOOOOO-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOS", she wailed, "BOOOOOOOOO-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOS"
Anybody got the number for Drama Queens Anynymous?
*sighs*
Husband - who is a great kid at heart, always the first to jump into the ballpit at the local playground - bought a croquet set yesterday, and with a promising waggle of his eyebrows proceeded to set it up in the backyard. By the time he was done, Froglet has already slaughtered one of the mallets - she used it as a hammer to flatten a few stray ants and broke it against the concrete.
Of couse, we'd hardly begun playing when Major Drama set in: A Scratched Toe. Now, Froglet as you may remember is definitely no wimp. She will hold her eye open for me while I apply the eye ointment against conjunctivitis (ow) and even apologise for having troubles to keep the other eye open because the eye that's already been treated stings.
But.
Scratched Toe.
Catastrophe.
In the Art of Being a Good Mother, one should never underestimate the choice of the right band-aid. If it's ugly, she won't have it. If it's too cute, she will somehow empty the whole box and decorate her doll. So. We have Dora the Explorer band-aids. She accepted a pink one, and allowed me to gently put it on the offending toe.
And over came Tadpole, whimpering, holding her hands to her chest, and said she needed band-aids too, for her boo-boos. You don't have any boo-boos, I said.
"yes, I do, see?" she argued. And lifted her T-shirt to show me her tiny, rosy, perfect nipples.
"No, Tadpole", I replied. "No boo-boos: nipples. Mommy and Froglet have them too"
"BOOOOOOO-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOS", she wailed, "BOOOOOOOOO-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOS"
Anybody got the number for Drama Queens Anynymous?
