Things have gotten a little crazy over here, but I did have an experience this morning, that I feel perfectly encapsulates my parenting experience in a nutshell.
In the car, from the backseat, I hear a little noise, and then I hear Sam.
"Oh, excuse me, please!"
Me: "Okay, Sam, you're excused." In my head, I'm thinking how polite that was, and maybe the things I'm teaching are finally sinking in. These thoughts were interrupted by Sam again,
"Yeah, I said excuse me, because I did a wicked big fart, and it smelled really bad like poop over here."
There we go. Well, that was a little less polite. Thanks for the information, Sam. I also didn't know she could use the word "wicked" like a Bostonian. So much education in one small sentence, and all of it aimed at me.
Yep, that about sums it up.
