I am the writer/owner of ‘MA! motherhood with attitude.’ The artist/owner of our company, Tiffany, will add her two cents on this blog now and then, as well. Tiffany and I often talk about the struggle to earn a buck through our freelancing as we also try to make the ‘MA! dream’ come true. Our mission is to expose ‘perfect parenting propaganda’ for what it is: hogwash! We adore imperfect parents (and embrace the fact that we are among them.)Overheard in the Kitchen
Delaney and Allie were having a fight over socks this morning. Last night, both wanted to wear a pair of wool socks to bed (we keep it between chilly and arctic in our house) but we could only find one pair. Delaney, simply because she had longer arms and swiped them faster, got to wear the socks, devastating Allie. So, what were they fighting about first thing this morning? Yes, ugly socks. I was standing at the counter making their lunches using my well-developed skills of not hearing a word they were saying when this exchange occured:
ALLIE: I found them first!
DELANEY: They’re mine!
ALLIE: Yours are lost and I was cooooold last night! (pathetic sob here)
DELANEY: They’re mine!
ALLIE: I’m wearing them tonight!
DELANEY: (furious and screaming) THEY ARE MINE! ‘M!’ ‘Y!’ ‘N!’ MINE!
Ok, so I burst out laughing at that one, offending BOTH of them. Sometimes, the best fight-stopper is to simply bruise their egos.
