Car rides. Those magical moments with my children. I learn so much about them. Everything from the philosophical to the mundane.
Today was no exeption. But then again…with five kids…how could it be?
En route, late and hurried as usual, to my son’s preschool.
He’s all pissy because I wouldn’t let him watch the end of “My Life As A Teenage Robot”. With this particular episode being seen by him, no less than…a million bazillion times. Side note…he only likes the show because Jenny the Robot…her metallic belly button is exposed. Yeah…still THAT fetish.
He says to me, “Mommy. You’re a really, really bad Mommy!”
“Thank you.” I reply. “But, why?”
“Because you don’t let me do anything I want to do!” He exclaims
“OK…so what is it that you WANT to do SO badly…that I won’t let you, my under five year old son, do?”
He thinks for a minute. He licks his lips…getting them ready for the barrage of demands…
“You NEVER let me go to my friends house.” (BULL)
“You MAKE me go to school all day.” (UM…Hello…a now working Mommy)
“You MAKE me wear a coat.” (Because it’s winter…duh)
“You MAKE me wear pants.” (and a shirt and underwear and socks too!! Bad Mommy!!)
“You. Don’t. Let. Me. Go. To. School. Naked.”
What’s a Mommy to say?
Guilty as charged.
At least he didn’t bring up the spanking from the other day as part of the reason why I’m a bad Mommy. That…he excused and forgot about.
Being made to wear clothes…
I guess THAT is INEXCUSABLE and UNFORGIVABLE.
Maybe one day…
He’ll thank me?