I actually had several tittles in mind for this post, and couldn't choose:
A. Cruel and unusual punishment
B. Revenge is sweet!
C. Rid yourself of bad habits BEFORE having kids, and save yourself a lot of grief.
D. C seems a little long, and "Mwuahahahaa!" works.
There is no explaining this strange phenomenon that occurs between the time we get in our car and the time we sit down to eat while out... Somehow our 2 brilliant and semi-sweet darling offspring manage to resemble something out of National Geographic.
I think you all know just from "hearsay" that my girls can be 2 handfuls. Each. I assure that though I like to gild the lily at times, my minions need no further help from me. I just tell the stories, I don't make them up. ;)
Today we were able to use our brand new 12 ft wide X 36 inches deep "just add water pool". Naturally after expending so much energy, meaning jumping around and squealing at the top your lungs because despite the 90+ degrees it is outside, the water is only 70- young ones will need a snack or 2 to recharge. Anna is very sensitive to large amounts of sugar , and though I had hoped that she would burn off that granola bar , she still managed to act like a "spaz". A cute spaz, but a spaz non the less.
She then proceeded to contradict me all the way to The Bell, and during dinner. *note to self granola bars baaaaad*
Upon arriving at The Bell D'Taco my kids began to act something akin to chimpanzees. *Screeching, climbing on top of the table, rubbing their dinner on the window...
Just before we started eating Anna asked if I was still going to let her have ice cream, and I said "We'll see." A couple of weeks ago, she caught on and said, "I think that when you say 'we'll see', it really means NO." John and I got a good laugh out of that.
Anyway, Anna says, "YOU said if I was good I could have some. "
And I said, "Yeah, well, the night is not over yet - so WE'LL SEE."
Did I mention the screeching, climbing on top of the table, rubbing their dinner on the window? Oh yeah , right. Yup, more of that despite every attempt on our part to stop the ruckus.
"Anna, do you know what contrary means?" John asked.
"I don't really care. " Oh, grrrr I thought.
"Contrary means always saying or doing the opposite, being bad."
"Yeah, I was right... I don't care."
"Ooooh, guess what you just lost for tonight." I said matter of fact.
Enter big, brown and sad puppy dog eyes. Bummer.
I wasn't going to mention it but I had a hankering for D.Q., that just wouldn't be fair!
"D.Q.?" John asked me with a twinkle in his eye. I gave him the universal "Gee I don't think we should, not in front of the kids" look, with it's complimentary "I dunno" shrug. I though about it for a second, literally.
As we were pulling through D.Q.'s drive through waiting for our order John told the kids that we were going to follow through with our punishments from now on, startingnow. In complete and utter despair, Anna managed, "I'm duh-pressed, so don't even try..."
John and I laughed, "What did you say?"
"I'm duh-pressed, and the one who duh-pressed me... isn't- won't.... NO MORE FUN ANNA!"
Which i thought was hysterical on many levels but also because it sounded like she said "Fuh-nana". I asked her if I could borrow some fuhnanas to make fuhnana bread. She didn't see the humor.
John and I laughed some more, while Anna pugged her ears.
I was feeling a bit mischievous so I mention - after a huge spoon of ice cream- how Anna's mistake was delicious. Then I told John we should do this every time the kids acted up.
But no, I said- there isn't an exercise plan out there that can work off that much ice cream. ;)