The other morning while preparing breakfast in the kitchen I noticed the lights on the Christmas tree flashing on and off. Confused, I went into the living room to investigate. I found my 16 month old son with the remote control for the Christmas tree lights pointed at the T.V. clicking the button. I guess he thought it was the remote control!? Wonder where he learned that?
Yesterday my 5 year old grandson said to his Mom, "So you started your period! When do boys start there period?" Mom explained that boys don't have periods or babies and that men just have to put up with women while they have both. I thought that was pretty quick thinking on Mom's part. Go Sandra!
My children are a year and 10 days apart, my son being the eldest, now ages 11 1/2 and 10 1/2. When they were 3 and 4 we were on a roadtrip with my mother and had stopped at a rest area to use the bathroom. I was helping my daughter get into her carseat and get situated, (my mother was using the restroom) while my energy-filled 4 year old was playing beside the car and not paying attention to his surroundings. Several times I had asked him to get beside the car and quit messing around. The last time, I scolded him and told him someone was going to hit him with their car if he didn't stop messing around and get by me and the car; to which he replied, in a very stern tone, "I don't think you know who the hell you're dealing with here, Mommy!" To which I replied, "Clearly, you are right. I had no idea!" What could I say really? He had obviously heard that statement somewhere before, I am not admitting a thing! ;-)
I was waiting in line at the grocery store behind a doting mother and her small boy (about 4 or 5 yrs. ), who was out of control. The mother was being a little too patient (in my opinion) , issuing quiet requests to "calm down" and "don't yell," which clearly were not working. Finally, I guess she wanted to get more on her kid's level, but as she started to crouch down, the kid started jumping up and down and smacked her HARD under the chin, which sent her flying backward onto the floor. And instead of realizing that he's hurt his mother, the kid started to scream about hitting his head. It didn't help that the mother all too selflessly focused on assuaging her brat with offers of treats instead of making him realize that his actions had hurt her, too. It just annoyed me to no end. Of course it was an accident, but still. If my kid just clocked me under the chin with his hard head, I'd let him know.
One morning I briefly left my daughter in her crib, and when I came back, she'd taken off her diaper and was covered in poop from head to toe. She was just sitting there looking at me and laughing!