posted by Momo Fali on April 9, 2008
My five year old son has a game he likes to play, where he runs up our steps and I run after him trying to pinch him. We do it whenever we’re both going upstairs. I created this method to get him in the vicinity of the bathtub, without any struggle.
But, please take my advice. Before you consider implementing this pinching game, you should also consider that your child may one day run down the main aisle at Target, look over his shoulder and loudly shout, “Hey Mom!! Come get me, and pinch my butt!”
Just hypothetically…
posted by Momo Fali on April 8, 2008
My husband and I were talking about what a hard time he’s going to have when our daughter gets older, and boys start paying her attention. To put it mildly, her Daddy won’t come off as kind and gentle to her suitors.
I relayed this information to my nine year old daughter and said, “I feel sorry for the guys you’re going to have in your life. It won’t be easy for them, or for you.”
To which she replied, “It’s really okay, Mom. I’m not worried about it…I plan on being a widow.”
posted by Momo Fali on April 6, 2008
As practicing Catholics, it is customary for our family to genuflect when entering, and when leaving our pew at church. This means we bend the left knee and touch our right knee to the floor in the direction of the tabernacle.
This morning when Mass ended, I told my daughter she could go say hello to a friend as I stayed behind to talk to someone. I thought my son had followed his sister.
I soon learned otherwise, when I finished my conversation and turned to see my boy attempting to start a parish-based aerobics class. He was genuflecting at each and every pew on the way to the door.
For a split second I considered whether or not I should claim he was mine, when the woman in front of me turned to her husband and said, “Look at that kid doing lunges.”
posted by Momo Fali on April 4, 2008
Day before yesterday, I headed out to Home Depot to purchase some new blinds. In the pocket of my jacket, I had two Home Depot gift cards.
After talking to the salesman, I realized I had made some incorrect window measurements. Seeing as how once they cut them, you own them, I didn’t want to purchase the blinds until I was positive about the mounting width.
Yesterday I went back with the corrections, but I was wearing a different jacket.
When I went to pay, I instantly let the cashier know that I’m a Mom. Because, instead of finding the gift cards in my pocket, I pulled out a used tissue, Thomas the Tank sunglasses, and a toy figure of Leo from The Little Einsteins.
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