Here are two things that came out of my mouth this past week that will leave y’all marveling at the depth of my parenting expertise.
Tuesday night I was heating up leftover spaghetti for Caroline and she told me she didn’t want spaghetti, she wanted pizza. This is exactly what I said, “Well this is spaghetti and it’s the same thing as pizza”. Except that it’s you know, not.
Both foods are however of Italian origin, so that’s my justification.
Then, yesterday afternoon we stopped by Mimi and Bop’s house on the way home from my nephew’s birthday party. Caroline was slightly irritable and had skinned both of her knees at the party. After we visited for awhile I told her it was time to go and she wanted no part of it. So here’s what I said, “Come on, let’s go home and I’ll give you some Tylenol”. Because everyone knows that all the best mothers bribe their children with promises of over the counter medication.