Double Ice Cream Fix

Some conversations with your children are hard.

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.

I'm Sad and Glad for my Preschool Grad

How does this happen.

I just had my youngest child.

I remember bringing her home from the hospital and my then 7 and 4 year old just doted on her every minute.

She was the chunkiest little thing and now she's a little woman.

A Preschool Graduate.

Going to Kindergarten.

In two short months.

In school all day.

Everyday.

I don't know if I should cheer or cry.

I'll do both.

Remember my K-Lish posts, her baby talk is slowly getting more and more articulate.

My last baby.

Is growing up.