brilliant dingbat frustratingly stubborn darling daughter decided to completely ignore all warnings given by hubby and myself and just do whatever her pigheaded little self wants to do. (Dad, stop laughing. NOW. Seriously, I mean it. Quit. Laughing. I am nothing like that)
Every morning hubby gets up and irons his clothes for work. Usually this is done before
stubborn girl Princess is up and running. Not so much this morning.
He and I are standing in the kitchen talking and Princess is watching us. As he does every time he has the iron out he says: “The iron is hot, don’t touch it”
So what does that
pigheaded turkey do? She touches it! She doesn’t touch the handle. She doesn’t touch the cord or the plastic parts. She touches the gleaming, shining, hotter than hades silver part.
The look on her face: priceless. That little nose crinkled up, the eyes welled up and the mouth formed an O and then came the whine.
Both of us are biting our lips trying not to laugh. I know, I know. We’re bad parents.
“Princess, we told you it was hot and not to touch it.”
“WAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH” that’s her crying.
I take her in the bathroom and spend 5 minutes searching our eleventybillion piece First Aid Kit for burn cream.
Sunblock. Check. Lip Balm. Check. Filtered Water. Check. Insect Cream. Check. Tweezers. Check. Burn Cream? Nope.
What do I, supermom, do? I bust open a packet of sunscreen, tell her it’s burn cream, apply it to the damaged finger and cover that with a scooby doo band-aid.
So fast forward to leaving for pre-school. I walk out my front door and I am confronted with this:
Growing right in front of me in my own garden. What is it you ask? A freaking Aloe Vera plant. That’s right. All that time wasted. I could have walked out my darn front door and broken off a piece of Aloe plant, smeared it on her finger and proven my worth as the coolest mommy ever.
Damn, failed again.
Then, the little smart aleck. We’re sitting in the car at the stoplight by her school and she says to me: “H-O-T, what does that spell mom?”
“Hot, honey, it spells hot”
“No it doesn’t. H-O-T spells ‘Don’t touch'”
Now really, how do you argue with that?
So, have a great day and if you have any Supermom stories, please feel free to share.