Getting on an elevator the other day, Kajsa turned to me and
proclaimed that she loved riding in the alligator. I had to explain
that while elevators can be mighty exhilarating, they should never be
confused with aligators - and that riding in an alligator would most
assuredly, um, bite.
This morning's conversation
Kajsa: Knock Knock!
Me: Who's there?
Kajsa: You say Mama.
And finally, I win the prize for horriblest mom ever. Yep, horriblest.
Stopping at the pizza joint on our way home from Phoenix the other
day, Kajsa and I immediately ran for the bathroom. Kajsa dawdled on
the toilet for several minutes as I stood around doing the mommy martyr
version of the pee-pee dance. Once it was finally my turn I settled
myself just in time to witness one of childhood's many failed
You see, Kajsa has been having a fabulous time lately swinging from
the bars on the playground. So...seeing an available bar against the
wall, she grabbed a hold and lifted her legs, eager for the freedom of
the swing. As you might imagine; with her feet behind her, and her
hands otherwise occupied, there was nothing to keep her face from smacking loudly against the wall.
And what makes me a bad mom? Well, I laughed. I couldn't help it.
I have a secret love of slapstick. And that was better than anything
you'd find on an old Three's Company re-run.