So I guess I didn’t need to buy that that box of Borax? Still… now I have a lifetime supply for myself and any neighbors that stop by looking for a cup.
Construction Paper + Junk + Sun = Voila!
Our Adventures in Science, Creativity & Life With 2 Young Boys
My semi-psychotic 2.5 year old turns 3 and now surprises me with his compliments and courtesies. “Thank you so much for the snacks mommy, that was do nice of you”
My stable and independent 4 year old turns 4.5 and kicks a teacher and starts telling me I am the worst ever.
Can I skip the half years? And why can’t my kids ever be awesome at the same time.
OMG!! dollywantacracker that is exactly what I said when it first happened. “Why didn’t they just give it to the ice cream shop?” But that makes me sound like an ungrateful bitch. Instead I got a text message lecture on how I didn’t show his daughter enough appreciation.
And I’m like… You randomly called me, dude, and told me you had my wallet and to meet you in a basement bar. Creepy! I got my wallet back WAY faster and saved myself the mental math of figuring out when I saw it last, but… Seriously, sometimes “above and beyond” behavior is creepy.
1, Public Parenting
Twice today, I ended up interacting and having fun with two different men’s daughters. While my conversations with those fathers was awkward and made me feel bad for them.
One man offered to buy me and my sons a round of drinks because we were playing cars with his little girl who had managed to make her way over to our table at a restaurant.
The second man apologized that his daughter wasn’t more thankful to me when I was swinging her and my sons around on a tire swing and she was instructing me to go faster just like her daddy does.
In both cases the kids to me felt like they were acting just like I would expect kids too. The men were fucking weird. What the hell is wrong with parents?
2. Doing The Right Thing
On vacation to the west side of Michigan, I accidentally left my wallet at an ice cream shop. As a sign of “good parenting”, A man and his daughter removed my wallet from the ice cream shop and then somehow stalked me enough to get my phone number and call my mother-in-law and then hunt me down.
It was actually nice to get my wallet back so quickly, but I was verged on confused and uncomfortable and apparently did not make a big enough deal of their efforts. I had some weird text message exchanges and in the end don’t know how to feel about the whole scenario.
Today, I left my Kindle at the local park. I arrived back many hours later to see that the entire park had turned into a giant teenager dance party.
Was my Kindle stolen? No. It was exactly where I left it, because that’s exactly what you would want to happen if you were a fucking teenager. Leave my shit where I left it and I will come find it.
Again, kids doing exactly what I would expect. Parents really confusing me and being all weird.