That’s me
December 3, 2011
He likes the wire to the mouse. I take it away. He cries. Fine then! I give it back.
He starts to chew on it like a little mouse. gnawgnawgnaw.
Hmmm. This probably isn’t good.
Me: “Hey… can G get electrocuted if he chews through the mouse wire?”
Him: “Uh.. yeah.” (said with the required ‘yes, dumbass’ tone)
Me: “Crap.”
Take it away. Fussing commences. A lot. Screw it.
gnawgnawgnawhappygnawgnawgnaw
Mother of the Year. That’s me.
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December 3, 2011 at 4:55 pm
One of the biggest tricks to parenting is being able to choose the right battles