Hello everyone. I hope all is well with you. I’ve been busy this week with kid duties and writing. Although, I had to take a break for a couple of days because I got stuck on how to continue my story. On the second day, I went for a run and wouldn’t you know it, all I needed was some physical activity. The plot bunny worked itself out.
Then I got my first MS back from my friend/mentor, Sam, who’s finding all my little peccadillos for me. She truly is amazing and I love her! So, I’m planning on diving into that tonight and making my story that much more awesome!
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But enough about that. I struggled to come up with a topic for today’s post, but while in the shower, I thought of one and so without further ado, here it is.
I know it’s hard to believe but my kids love to push my buttons. They love to get under my skin, and they will take every opportunity to do it. For example, I hate it when someone burps or makes the farting noise at the dinner table. So of course, my boys do this every chance they get. I’ll be sitting there eating my dinner and one of them will start with the fart noise. I’ll look up from my plate and they’ll both be giggling. Here’s a typical scenario.
“Okay. Who did that?”
The boys will look at each other and start giggling harder. “We don’t know,” they cry in unison. I’ll look at hubby, but he’s no help whatsoever because he’s laughing, too.
“Knock it off. You know I don’t like that sound at the dinner table.”
They’ll grow quiet until I look down at my plate again and that’s when another healthy fart sound will ripple through the atmosphere. Of course, things only get worse from this point on. Every time I look down at my plate one of my little cherubs will rip an even louder one than the last time.
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I didn’t know what to do and many a meal has been ruined for me because of the shenanigans of these two adorable scalawags. Then one day I had an epiphany. I could be just as irritating to them. Instead of me getting all upset and ornery, why don’t I get on their last nerve like they get on mine? The light bulb in my mind turned on. I knew of a way to do it.
So the next day, while at the dinner table the little tricksters started in with their fart noises. I’m sitting there twirling spaghetti around my fork when one of them sends the fart sound out into the atmosphere. I immediately dropped my eating utensil and stood up and started singing.
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Yes. Singing. I started belting out the lyrics to the song “You are my sunshine.”
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After all, we could all use a little more sunshine in our lives, right? 😉
My boys’ reactions were instantaneous. They both covered their ears and started wailing. “Stop! Stop singing!”
And that’s when I was able to negotiate a deal. I told them I wouldn’t sing if they wouldn’t burp or make disgusting fart sounds. They agreed.
I will add a little side note here. My boys loved my singing when they were babies. I used to sing them to sleep. As soon as they entered the murky waters of the tween and teen years, they turned and no longer enjoy my musical talent.
See how quickly a liability can turn into an asset? It’s all in how you use it. Am I right or am I right?
You’re welcome. We parents need to stick together so we can all survive the teen years.
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Thanks for stopping by and reading my post today. Do you have any parenting tips you’d like to share? Leave a comment! I’d love to hear from you!
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