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Twist and shout
By Me | March 24, 2008
It’s a part of the nature of being a parent that you complain a lot.
Of course, my kids complain a lot, too. I think they think it makes them sound like a grown-up … and what does that tell you?
Here’s my complaint of the moment: I realize that the mechanics involved in working a toilet roll, such that you actually put a new roll of TP in place of the skeletal remains of the one you just finished, is beyond my kids.
I find that they are also too mechanically challenged to be able to work a twist-tie.
We have finally persuaded them than stale bread tastes worse than not-stale bread, so they will (usually) attempt to close the bread bag. It’s just that they don’t tend to use a twist-tie to do it.
It also means that, depending on how little I feel like imitating Martha Stewart this week, my kitchen might at any time be littered with unknown numbers of twist-tie corpses.
That’s normal, too. They’ll leave empty boxes in the cabinets and empty wrappers of all sorts on the cabinets and almost-but-not-quite empty containers in the fridge (“I didn’t eat the last of it! I left some — there!”), because they all seem to be afraid of or allergic to throwing things into the trash.
They can, however, sometimes be counted on to throw things near the trash.
I love my kids, I really do.
But, all things considered, I suspect that the cats love them even more.
Topics: Nature's Psyche Lab (aka Family) |
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