Archive for Parenting
Skillz
Evren, earlier today, when we both happened to be using scissors at the same time:
“Mom. Your cutting skills are much better than mine.”
Jack is a Troublemaker
Evren: “The tooth fairy isn’t here, it’s just in our imagination.”
Jenn: (completely stunned) “AYLA!!!!”
… after a thorough interrogation, I was convinced it wasn’t her …
Jenn: “Hey buddy, come here. Tell Mommy…who told you the tooth fairy was just in our imagination?”
Evren: “Jack.”
Jenn: “Um, Jack, your pretend friend?” (he has 4 loyal and faithful imaginary friends named Anchovie, Tanchovie, Jack & Tanjack)
Evren: “Yes.”
Jenn: “So, let me get this straight. Your imaginary friend told you that the Tooth Fairy was in our imagination?”
Evren: “Exactly.”
Cursing, When Used Appropriately, Is Allowed :-)
“Ayla, what are you doing right now?!”
“Pretending to be a secret agent.”
“You need to be cleaning your room.”
(under her breath) “DAMN!”
Only I Would Know This
Ayla got invited to go swimming this afternoon, and needless to say, Evren was upset. On her way out the door, Evren lost it. Crying, screaming, begging, pleasepleaseplease can I go too? kicking, pleading, oh the tears…
Jenn: “Hey, Evren, do you want to go spray some Febreze?”
Evren: (instant happiness) “YES!”
(and as bonus, now it smells really fresh in my house)
Damn Bees
We went to the playground yesterday and about 5 minutes after we got there, Evren screamed and it was pretty obvious he was stung by a bee right on his cheek. He knew what had happened to him, so I guess he saw it. It hurt him pretty bad, poor thing. But, good news is, we now know he isn’t allergic to bee stings. So, my remedy, was to put a cold Capri Sun on his cheek, because that was all I had. I do have a medicine kit that I carried around in my car for years, not once using it, and that was, at the time, sitting on the floor of the garage.
Luckily, there was another mom there, who was much more prepared with a medicine kit, wipes, some special wipe for insect stings, anti-bacterial lotion, etc. I guess I’ll put my medicine kit back in the car.
Anyway, Evren was then terrified of everything flying/moving thing at the park and wouldn’t leave my side for a good 10 minutes. He finally started playing again after I fed him lots of Cheez-Its and promised him, IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN.
5 minutes later, he got stung again. On his shoulder. We left. And I’m quite certain we won’t be going back to that park again.
Then, for the rest of the day, because his cheek was puffy, I kept forgetting and asking him, “Evren, what are you eating?! What have you got in your mouth?!”
“Um, nothing mommy.”
Poor kid. He’s fine now, but fantastic stories of “large daddy bees” are being told over and over.
Skin Color
Background: Anchovie (Anchovy?) is one of Evren’s pretend friends. He has four currently.
Evren: “Mom, you know Anchovie’s mom? She is white.”
Jenn: (horrified, because I go out of my way not to mention skin color as a definition of someone and surely not as ‘white’ or ‘black’) “Um, what do you mean?”
Evren: “She’s WHITE. And her brothers and sisters are white too.”
Jenn: “Do you mean the color of her skin?”
Evren: “Yes. She’s WHITE!”
Jenn: “Um, ok, well, what color is your skin?” (please, please, please…)
Evren: “Yellow. Well, dark yellow, of course.”
Jenn: (sigh of relief)
