Monday, January 28, 2008

Horrible, not horrible

Yesterday morning, it was time to get clothing on the girls and head on out the door for church. S., in typical form, stalled and stalled and stalled with getting her clothes on. I, in typical form, got louder and louder and louder with reminding her to get dressed.

When I finally reduced myself to making threats (no left over birthday cake for her!), S. looked at me with those big eyes and terrible frown, 'You're a horrible mama!'

Mr. W., who had done an admirable job staying out of it up to that point, yelled at S. to apologize. I told him not to worry about it. Every mother needs to hear her kids tell her she's horrible from time to time so she knows she's doing a good job.

S.' frown grew even deeper, and she marched up to me with her hands on her hips (and still no clothes on), 'Mama, you're NOT horrible.'

2 comments:

Laura Bennett said...

Lol! I must use that one when my 4 year old gets there. Thanks for the smile.

Karen said...

Where do they learn this stuff?!! Sometimes it's hard to keep a straight face telling them off LOL