I had a meeting with the chief editor of the Chattahoochee Review, thank god, so I got to leave, knowing she'd most likely be asleep when I got home.
When I got back, all was quiet, and this was on our dresser:
10.04.2007
Father Daughter
Biggy took Lola to the "Halloween store" yesterday to look at costumes and when they returned, she was bawling, and he was, in a somewhat raised voice, telling her to go to her room. Which of course made her blubber even more. Seems his refusal to buy her wax lips had sparked another jag in our little almost-eight-year-old crybaby. The child is not used to not getting her way, was feeling downright traumatized. From her bedroom, Lo mumbled insults at her father as they occurred to her. If she thought of anything really good, she'd shout it between the tears.
I had a meeting with the chief editor of the Chattahoochee Review, thank god, so I got to leave, knowing she'd most likely be asleep when I got home.
When I got back, all was quiet, and this was on our dresser:
I had a meeting with the chief editor of the Chattahoochee Review, thank god, so I got to leave, knowing she'd most likely be asleep when I got home.
When I got back, all was quiet, and this was on our dresser:
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tell lola that mamoo will buy her some wax lips when she comes over this weekend.
I was planning to get her some today, Mamoo.
not wax lips, "Wacky Lips". The issue was that I wouldn't buy her "Wacky Lips" AND vampire fangs, because really, how many faux mouth accoutrements does a child need.
Oh. Mamoo, we need to get her wacky lips. Not wax lips. My bad.
accoutrewhats?????
Or maybe Lenny will get them for her.
What a sweet apology. And lesson learned. That may be unlearned when Mamoo and Mom buy Lola some wacky lips.
Don't you just love it when people who don't have kids comment on parenting issues? Our last outing with kids was taking our neighbor's grandsons to a Rockies Game. They had dinner at home before the game, but we made sure the evening also included nachos, french fries, dipping dots, lemonade, Rockies magnets & souvenir balls. Randy and I are pretty sure we would have been nightmares as parents.
Did the kids get those things, Kathy? Or did you and Randy?
I mean, the wording here is kind of confusing...
I know Kathy, T is constantly undoing my excellent parenting work.
It's true. He's the butter parent.
The kids, of course -- and they didn't really even ask for them. We offered. This is what happens when you're raised in a "food is love" family.
Awwww...
Ummm...who's Lenny?
Our Ex-wife hating, front-yard sun bathing, parks his trailer in the street, neighbor.
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