I should have seen it coming, but I didn’t. Tonight we had to wash a Boy Genius’ mouth out with soap.
Once it was all said and done, Bryan and I were in the kitchen, listening to him brushing his teeth for the third time and spitting profusely into the sink. Â Quietly, Bryan asked me, “We did the right thing, right?” Â Then, Boy Genius walked through the kitchen, mumbling something about still having the taste in his teeth, when Bryan asked him, “So does [insert friend name here] say those kinds of words?” Boy Genius responded “Yea,” as if it were a silly question. Â Once Boy Genius was out of earshot, Bryan turned to me and said, with the hint of a smirk, “So, are you going to call [again, insert friend’s name here]’s mom like …” and before he could finish, because I knew where he was going, I remarked “No, I will not be Ralphie’s mom.”
Yes, we have a seriously problem, when, in the midst of an important parenting “moment,” the two adults-in-charge are clearly only thinking of A Christmas Story.