Parenting is the proud realization that your 10 year old son is old enough to feed and water the dogs in the morning without supervision.
Parenting is also walking through the house an hour after the kids got on the bus and hearing the water still running in the bathtub with the dog water dish under it.
Oh well. Progress is progress.
Wonderful Wife: “Why are you downstairs again? I tucked you in an hour ago.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “I cant sleep. You didn’t tell me a story.”
WW: “There once was a little girl who couldn’t sleep…”
LMT: “I like this story.”
WW: “… so her Mom gave her extra chores, like cleaning the cat litter.”
LMT: (pause)
LMT: “I hate this story.”
Wonderful Wife: “Come help set the table.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “No.”
WW: “Pardon me?”
LMT: “No… thank you?”
WW: “Get to work.”
(stomp stomp stomp)
WW: “Stomping is not a valid form of protest.”
LMT: “I’m not stomping. I’m… playing Jingle Bells… with my feet.”
WW: …
Very Vocal Viking 