kajsa nuggets

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. Me: Huh? 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 experiments.  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.  Yep, horriblest mommy ever.

Comments

[Lynda]

hehehe. I think it is funny too. I think all kids must do that at some point.

[Rowan]

Lynda: Horriblest mom's blogging buddy. There. Now you have a title, too.