Sunday, September 27, 2009

Life is Funny - The guilt starts here

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My adorable little girl got into trouble this week. I know, shocker, right? For those of you who don't know, I'm a Girl Scout leader for my daughter's Brownie troop. We had our first meeting on Wednesday at the other leader's home. As soon as we walked in the door, my daughter was asking if she could go upstairs and play in the playroom. Both the other leader and I told her no.

End of story? Not so much.

Once the meeting was over and all the girls were supposed to be cleaning up, my daughter disappeared. Hmmm... Where could my little angel be? She was nowhere to be found downstairs... I called to her and who do you think should appear at the top of the staircase just outside the playroom door? Yes, my precious little tyke. After shooting laser beams out of my eyes at her, we left the meeting. Words were spoken on the drive home. More words were spoken once we were at home. Of course I asked the question that all parents ask: Why did you do that? Her first answer was the standard 'I don't know' followed by 'I didn't remember.' This child forgets nothing and I told her that I didn't believe her when she said she didn't remember being told not to go upstairs to the playroom. So it was off to her room for some quiet contemplation. Later that evening, I received the following card to commemorate the occasion of the talking to:


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In case you are having trouble translating, I would be the larger figure saying, "Oh, I don't believe you." The smaller figure is my daughter saying, "ok." Isn't it amazing how early they start trying to dish out the guilt? Yup, I'm the mean mommy who wouldn't believe her saintly daughter.

But wait, there's more.

She spent some of the following day in her room, too. It was on this day that the following note was thrown over the upstairs railing to the floor below for me to see:


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Translation: Dear Mommy, I am sorry I did not listen to you. Please can you let me out of my bedroom?

Yes, the poor dear was locked high in the tower by her evil mommy. (Insert diabolical theme music here.) Little does she know that I keep a can of Guilt-Off and a blog handy for all such occasions, because yeah, my life is funny.


8 comments:

Helen said...

I don't know we you didn't believe her! Don't you know that cute little red headed girls ALWAYS tell the truth? Silly Mommy!

Ginny (MAD21) said...

There are SO many times when I'm SO glad to hear that other people have the same conversations with their kids.

My oldest, too, has a great memory. So when things happen and I get, "I don't remember" it is very frustrating.

Love the cards. Nice touch. Mine has not done that yet. Give her time...

Beth said...

Love it.

I'm starting a Daisy troop next week...yikes! Sucker, aren't I?

jasonS said...

That is great! You must be the worst mommy ever- a heart of stone, I tell you! :)

Heart2Heart said...

Makes me wonder just where does this guilt come from? I mean I remember doing this very thing as a child, but I don't remember learning it from anyone.

Thank you for sharing the little love notes your daughter so elegantly designed for you.

Love and Hugs ~ Kat

Candace Jean July 16 said...

Absolutely. Trust me, you'll miss these days. Can't wait to see the notes in about 10 years!

Guilt is such a useless emotion. Good job, Wendy (speaking from experience).

PamperingBeki said...

Haha! That is so funny.

Poor mistreated child.

Jeanne Damoff said...

I love her artwork and spelling! So great. Don't you wish you could get inside her head and follow her logic? Kids are hilarious.