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Lazy Feed 11
My
daughter hates me. No, really. She said as such and then
spat in my face. My daughter is four. She does not have the
most extensive vocabulary, but what little she does she has mastered.
I mean, I don't care what planet you are from or what rock
you crawled out from under, That little hummer equates to "I am not
fond of you OR the horse you rode in on"
Keep in mind that at
this point in time I had not swat her on the butt. Nor had I said
any loud harsh words, and there had been no time outs. I didn't
even say the evil word "no"...
I think all I had said at that point in time was stuff like "hi", and "how are you?"
Admittedly it was morning and neither one of us are 'morning' people, still... kinda harsh.
I'm at odds about alla that, too...
I
mean, on the one hand I taught her how to spit... on the other it was
my eye she was spitting into... and she did it rather well, actually...
At
the time, in the nano second that I spent pondering the problems of
parenting, I went with the gut instinct of a swat on the butt, some
loud harsh words, and a solid time out.
In retrospect, okay, ya, sure, maybe I shoulda praised her some for great aim, I dunno...
It ain't a science.
*sploosh*
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