Apparently I have acquired this terrible habit of ruining my son’s life and destroying his dreams. I seem to do this on a weekly basis and I’m starting to get a little concerned. I mean how many dreams can he have at 5? What part of his life did I ruin exactly? How many times before his life is completely ruined and he has no more dreams? Now, when I hear this I find it very hard not to laugh. I simply say, “Good, that means I’m doing my job.”
I find this to be one of the more humorous parts of my job as a mom. Wait until he sees me rolling my eyes at him and he actually understands why I’m doing it! Parents, do you find that this is also part of your job description?
How can you ruin his life and destroy his dreams?! What kind of mother are you?
Wait a minute, I think I’m doing the same thing to my kids….
p.s. Tell him his angry face is getting much nicer.
How is it possible for a 40 pound Brittany Spaniel to eat an entire, brand-new bar of Dove soap and still have stinky toots? Shouldn’t they smell fresh and clean?
Did you make her drink lots of water? If not ,you lost the chance for soapy toots.
Wont his transformer shirt make his mad face into a happy one?