Tuesday, August 07, 2007

How to Succeed in Parenting Without Really Lying

It is a tumultuous relationship that I have developed with The Truth since having children. I want to tell them what things are when they ask, but sometimes I don't really want them to understand fully. So, I sort of dance around it.

The Ice Cream Truck= The car that plays music for families that eat dinner outside. Isn't that thoughtful of him?

Dora/Strawberry Shortcake/Barbie="oh, that's just a girl." (Holy crap, this one is starting to wear thin)

A Beer=Daddy's Bottle

Glass of wine= Mama's Juice

Surley pedophile-type-looking man at the park= A man that needs some space, lets just go over here for a minute.

Port-a-potty="I think that potty must be broken, lets hold it!"

Oreos=Mama's Breakfast, now go back to your banana

2 Comments:

Anonymous Andy said...

Ha! We call it the music truck!

10:51 PM  
Blogger Molly said...

Hmmm, it's just dawning on me that "Grandpa's Special Milk" (that I wasn't allowed to sample growing up) might have been a little more than milk. Interesting, very interesting.

10:25 AM  

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