Struck by the Irony
October 7th 2006 17:40
My daughter is 3. This year, for the only time in our lives, I am exactly 10 times as old as she is. (Yup, you can do the math yourself! LOL! ) And yet for one moment on Thursday, as I flew down the high way, I was a preschooler myself.
We'd visited the zoo. For the first 3 1/2 hours she did great -- sweet, fascinated, focused, a dream child. And then, while I was busy oohing and ahhing at an elephant throwing wood around, or perhaps a rhino taking a much needed bath, someone flipped her switch. Suddenly I was accompanying EvilChild on her trip to terrorize the world.
Being the good mom that I am, and not wanting to subject the world to her psychotic break, we left the zoo. I loaded her kicking and screaming up into the car, and listened to her screeching and hollering for 20 minutes before suffering my own psychotic break.
There I was, flying down a nearly empty toll road at 2:30 in the afternoon, and when she threw a plastic toy at the back of my seat I lost it I started screaming at her to shut her mouth. I told her exactly why I was angry -- that she'd been rude, and obnoxious. I told her that it was not OK for her to act that way -- not OK to hit -- not OK to scream.....
and as if on cue, the lights begin flashing behind me....
the sirens begin to wail....
busted -- 76 in a 60.
And as the very nice police officer walked away with my license to determine how much he was going to charge me, a tiny voice from my back seat says
"Mommy, that police man came to tell you that it's NOT OK to throw a fit in the car."
Hmmmmmmm........
We'd visited the zoo. For the first 3 1/2 hours she did great -- sweet, fascinated, focused, a dream child. And then, while I was busy oohing and ahhing at an elephant throwing wood around, or perhaps a rhino taking a much needed bath, someone flipped her switch. Suddenly I was accompanying EvilChild on her trip to terrorize the world.
Being the good mom that I am, and not wanting to subject the world to her psychotic break, we left the zoo. I loaded her kicking and screaming up into the car, and listened to her screeching and hollering for 20 minutes before suffering my own psychotic break.
There I was, flying down a nearly empty toll road at 2:30 in the afternoon, and when she threw a plastic toy at the back of my seat I lost it I started screaming at her to shut her mouth. I told her exactly why I was angry -- that she'd been rude, and obnoxious. I told her that it was not OK for her to act that way -- not OK to hit -- not OK to scream.....
and as if on cue, the lights begin flashing behind me....
the sirens begin to wail....
busted -- 76 in a 60.
And as the very nice police officer walked away with my license to determine how much he was going to charge me, a tiny voice from my back seat says
"Mommy, that police man came to tell you that it's NOT OK to throw a fit in the car."
Hmmmmmmm........
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