Evil things

They come packaged in little boxes and are panhandled by little girls with cute smiles or the parents of those girls. There are various varieties and we each have at least one favorite, but for the most part we just can't choose between the varieties so we buy more than one. They are actually overpriced, but we purchase them anyway b/c the money goes to a good cause. They sit there, calling our name, saying, "Eat me! Eat me!"

Yes, it's Girl Scout cookie time. Those delicious treats are now sitting on the edge of my desk calling my name. I opened one box and I thought, Oh, I'll just eat 2. I ate them while I was working and then realized--ACK! I just had five of those EVIL things. I searched my desk frantically for a Walmart sack and sacked those things up. I bought those for M after all and look at me. Evil--just evil!

I got played?

Do you remember when you were a child and you played your parents? Here is an example of what I mean. Let’s say, you wanted to spend the night at your friend’s house. Your parents were in separate rooms, and they are totally engrossed in what they were doing so they weren’t communicating with each other. You told Mom that Dad said it was ok, and you repeat the same to your dad. The first time, or maybe even the first couple of times, this works like a charm. You know you’ve done it. You played one parent against the other to get what you wanted.

I guess this is the age it starts—at least that is what my mother said. She said that Bubba and I both started this fibbing at this age. I also researched on BabyCenter, and it appears fibbing at this age is quite common. So, where is this leading?

Last night, M was so tired. He got up on the bed to eat yogurt with B, and then he tried to get into bed with B & I. He informed me “Daddy said I could.” He then turned to B and said, “Mommy said I could.” Yes, it has already started, only M hasn’t quite grasped that you do it when the other parent isn’t right in the room. I’m sure this has been going on for a while, but last night is the first night I realized it. We finally compromised, allowing him to watch TV with us until bedtime, but we all fell asleep. I guess he got what he wanted, huh?

Will the real culprit please stand up?

I started this little thing with M when he was younger. Whenever I would lift him up to put him in his highchair or something similar, I would say “Up sesame,” and then I would do “Down sesame,” whenever I put him down. Yesterday after gymnastics, I picked M up to put him in his car seat and he said, “Up sesame!” Now that’s pretty normal. However, recently, he’s been mumbling a little ditty that I haven’t quite identified when I close the door. I finally identified it yesterday!

Move 'em on, head 'em up,
Head 'em up, move 'em out,
Move 'em on, head 'em out Rawhide!

Yes, it’s the lyrics from Rawhide as best as a 3 year old can sing them. Now, I don’t think I taught him this and neither does B, so I’m thinking it’s Pepaw, Papa, or Uncle Bubba. Anyone care to fess up?

I actually find it amusing. They pick things up so quickly.