Comeuppance

Even though I only did it once, you probably haven't forgotten my exasperated outburst about giving Berry's princess wand a new canine owner, right?

Yeah... nor has she.

This, last night: "Mommy, if you're so cross, I'll take your Easter picture and wrap it up and send it to a doggie."

So glad she's learning all the right things from me. So, so glad.

Why we need a Sunday School...

Tried to introduce a bit of the real reason for Christmas to Adelaide this morning. I got about three sentences in before she interrupted, hands firmly on hips.

"Dammit! I don't wike baby Jesus in books! That scary. [Pause.] Baby Jesus is kangaroo? I don't want to wisten to it. It scary."

I clapped my hand over my mouth so I wouldn't laugh, I told her we don't say "dammit" and I said baby Jesus is our friend, not scary. I went to the computer to see if I could quickly find a more effective Christmas story. She sidled up next to me.

"Look mommy – Google! I wike Google."

Sigh.

Helen as a good Episcopalian mother: FAIL.


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