This morning I found my 3 year old daughter standing over her 7 month old baby sister in the nursery. Upon entering the room I could smell the overwhelming sent of my perfume. It turns out my eldest daughter decided to douse her sister in perfume. When I asked her why, she said that the baby smelled very badly!
When my Daughter Korrin was little she found herself about neck deep in trouble quite a bit. weather she was caught dumping the whole container of gold fish food into the goldfish bowl, or taking small bite out of as many cookies in the cookie jar as possile before getting busted, or this one, a personal favorite! (uugh rolling my eye's) Over flowing our toilet by throwing hotel shampoo bottle's in and flushin! one time she threw in even a kitten!!! When I would confront her about this behavior, she would blame "The monkey's in her tummy" the monkey's made her do the naughty thing's she did, and sometime's the Monkey's acted alone....according to Korrin. She blamed The Monkey's for everything she got in trouble for.
One day I noticed "someone" had gone through my small flower bed and picked if not uprooted all togethger most of my pretty spring flower's. Annoyed I confronted my little girl."Uh Korrin ? What happend to mama's pretty flower Garden? " She replied I picked some". I began to scold her telling her to ask before she picked flowers out of peoples gardens, I told her I was upset that she had done that. Like countless conversations before Korrin shifted the blame to ...the Monkey's in her tummy- they told her to pick mommy's flower's. Now i'd about had it with "the Monkey's" I used my stern I mean it. mommy voice, and told Korrin to tell the Monkey's that they better be-have or I would give her and her Monkey's spankings! I struggled to not giggle as I herd myself make a thret to "spank a monkey"(heehee) At that Korriny calmly looked up to me and said "The Monkey's dont like you" Yikes ,the haie on my neck stood up,as & I looked at korrin I couldnt help feel like I was in the Twilight zone. I was happy when "the monkey's faded away with age. doo doo doo dooo.
I work at a child care center. We recently bought new furniture for the classrooms. The furniture came in large boxes and we decided to let the children turn the boxes into houses. They cut out windows, doors, and decorated them. It was a hit! In fact, the other day while swinging by one of the classrooms one of the children came up to me and said, "Mrs. Peterson, thank you for buying those boxes for us!". The new classroom furniture paled in comparison to the boxes as far as the children were concerned!
This is a confession of my own bad childhood behavior... one summer day, my cousin and I were playing in my back yard, as our parents chatted nearby. We started to throw flowers and sticks and small rocks into what we were imagining was a wishing well. We were having fun coming up with unusual wishes and finding things to toss into the darkness... until I heard my father scream, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Turns out our wishing well was the gas tank to our snowmobile... which never ran again. Perhaps the best punishment was seeing the thing sitting in our back shed as a teenager, and wishing I hadn't touched daddy's things.