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
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
posted by Kirsten at
9:49 PM
2 Comments:
Ha! We call it the music truck!
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.
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