We were driving back from a JoAnn's fabric store trip when the blond twin started getting cranky because I told her I was not able to take her somewhere. She rolled her eyes and said, "It's your job."
I smiled at her and said, "No baby. My job is to keep you alive. All the fun stuff you do is a bonus."
She was not amused. She tried to explain to me that my job as her mother was to take her places, pay for things and keep her amused during the long, booooooorrrrrriiiiinnnnnnggggg summer days.
I repeated my first statement and kept driving. She silently fumed as she tried to figure out how to get her way. In the end, I went back to work and she went up to her room.
Later she tried to use my words against me in an argument. I just smiled and said, "You're right baby." She fumed, but stopped arguing. I savored the momentary parenting win. They don't come that often after all.
