parenting under less than desirable circumstances
Being the coolest mom in the universe is hard work. I’m not afraid to get down on the floor and play Super Princess Puppy Fun Time, or to pick pieces of play-dough out of every corner of the dining room after a two hour session of the Fuzzy Barber Shop Diaries.
But I don’t do worms. No! No worms. Somebody, who shall remain nameless and maybe even still married, thought that teaching our youngest this weekend that digging in the backyard for worms would be TOTALLY AWESOME. She talks to them, she pets them, she gives them names, and she gives them BATHS. Because nobody likes a dirty worm, y’all.
April 22nd, 2009 at 7:35 am
No thank you. No, really, Avery, I couldn’t possibly eat another worm.