The Sneeze Drawer
I was going to grate up some cheese to put on the salad we were taking to our house church for Easter lunch. DON'T WORRY, I DIDN'T.
The other day I took Julia and Jenna to a park here in town. They have a merry-go-round there -- the steel kind they had on playgrounds when I was a kid that you can get going pretty fast if you have the right person pushing it. Julia was playing on it with some older elementary-age girls. They wanted me to push it, so I did. Then Jenna wanted on, so I slowed it down so I could put her in the middle and I wasn't going to push it so fast. One of the older girls said, with her eyebrows raised -- that "I know everything" look -- "You may not want to put her on this." I said, "Well, I'm her mom and I said she could get on it." The girl said, "Oh."
Believe me, I had my snooty, bratty moments at that age. But I don't recall ever trying to give parenting advice to someone who was already a PARENT. Guess I'm turning into a cranky mom.