I am possibly the world's worst housekeeper when it comes to my own home. Since I seem to have snapped out of my recent bout of depression, I began cleaning today. Dennis was again very well behaved. Our interactions have been kind of limited, though, since he doesn't want to have any part of cleaning and he knows I'm going to be making him help me with his room later. He has on numerous occasions brought in his wooden shotgun and aimed it at me and said "Mommy, be a bad guy and I'm going to pow you". I complied for the first, oh, two dozen times (adopting various bad guy personas), and then I happened to wonder what we are teaching him by this. David (Evil Winn Dixie Man) refused to bow to the shotgun when I mentioned my concern and told Dennis that he only way he could be defeated was with hugs! Dennis hugged him and then David told him that he was reformed, that the hug turned him into a good guy. Brilliant!
I often dance around while I clean the house because usually I don't have an audience. Sometimes Dennis catches me at it and laughs and says "Mommy, stop that dancing right now" because he clearly recognizes that I lack any sort of dance ability. I just know I'm going to be an embarrassment to him one day. That's what parents are for, isn't it?
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