Like, "K, you need 3 shots tomorrow, what kind of ice cream do you want afterwards?"
See how I tried to soften the blow of the news at the end?
THAT is good parenting.
Plus, her shocked little face all scrunched up in terror was so pathetic and sad, I had to do something.
WHY, WHY, WHY do I need the shots?
"Oh, dumb ol' Kindergarten, it's for school! The school is making you do it, not mommy, the school. Bad school."
(THAT is not good parenting).
I don't want to go to school then. I want to stay home, and go to pweeschool again!
"K, I don't think they'll let you in, you're getting too big, then what happens when you turn 6, then 7, then 8?"
Then I'll go get the shots when i'm 8, not tomorrow. Not when I'm 5.
"So remember, mommy said you can get ice cream after. What kind do you want?"
No-shots ice cream.
"How about ice cream before AND after?!"
Okay, dumb Kindergarten!
Sorry in advance Maestra.
Soy una mal mama.