Monday, May 26, 2008

The big secret.

Big dog is a smart, lively boy. When he is on his game he is a complete charmer and can be as coordinated as any 4 year old could ever want to be. That said, most of the time he is going a million miles a second and leaves a path of destruction in his wake. This weekend we've spent a good portion of our days staying out of Mr. Dog's way while he builds a new fence around our soon to be clean, safe and tidy play area for the boys. Maybe we've been confined too long. Maybe familiarity breeds something less than contempt, maybe just annoyance. So tonight when he sloshes his overfilled cup of chocolate milk on the carpet moments after I say, "take a big swig off the cup, Big Dog, it is way too full!" I lose it. I shout a bad mommy "Goddamn it, why can't you listen to me" and immediately feel like a crappy mom, the kind of mom I work so hard not to be. You know the type, the kind of mom who lets her children play with pretend guns and eat transfats. Moments later I apologize. "Big Dog, sometimes I get frustrated and I know even when I'm frustrated I shouldn't yell."
"That's ok mommy," he says patiently. "Mom, I'm going to tell you something, sometimes I don't watch what I'm doing." And with that simple explanation out there, he returns to slurping chocolate milk and Jack's Big Music Show completely unflustered.

3 comments:

Mrs. F said...

Oh that is so funny!

Molly said...

Uh oh, that means I am a bad mommy too. It doesn't hurt to sometimes let them know you are frustrated enough to swear. Looks like he got that message...

chihuahua5 said...

honey, you are so NOT a bad mommy. i actually love that you explained to Big Dog why you were frustrated and i LOVED his response.

that kid is too cute for his own good!

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