At my children’s Sunday School class, their teacher, a friend of mine who relayed to me this story, was teaching a lesson on stewardship. “One example of stewardship is when you do something for someone else,” she told the class. “It’s kind of like having a job. Do any of you have jobs?” she asked them. My ten-year-old daughter raised her hand and said, “I have a job. My dad pays me to Read the rest of this entry
My three kids are starting to behave much better at church. Either that, or, I’m just so used to their bad behavior that I’ve become jaded. Regardless, on what I thought was a relatively well-behaved Sunday, a mysterious turning point in the Mass alerted my five-year-old to something very special. Perhaps it was a tell-tale word or two from the priest, when my daughter suddenly announced: Read the rest of this entry
As I was driving, my seven-year-old son asked, “Why are you speeding, Mom?”
“I’m not. I’m going 50, the speed limit,” I said.
He responded, “The sign said Read the rest of this entry
I have a theory that good kids are just saving up their badness for high school. That seems to be what happened with my son, who had always been a good boy. Then, when he was a senior, he kind of went nuts.
There was a party he really wanted to go to. Because the circumstances were shady, i.e. I was given few details and was, we’ll say, highly discouraged from calling the mother of the friend whose house the party would be at, I forbade him to go.
Naturally, he was displeased. So, on the night in question, when I discovered he had left the house, I called his cell phone. Amazingly, he answered, and I told him in no uncertain terms that he was to turn around this instant. You know the drill. But what happened next was something neither of us could have predicted. Read the rest of this entry
I’m sure many mothers out there know that when your child is eating something, while you are out and about, and that item falls on the ground, without a nearby trash can, that item will end up in the nearest pocket of your diaper bag, where it is promptly forgotten, usually turning into crumbs by the time it is discovered again.
This occurred when on of my children was eating a traditional white, round Christmas cookie. It fell on the ground, was quickly stowed in my bag, and forgotten. If only it had been smooshed into crumbs.
At church, several days later, upon finding our pew, I leaned to pick up the toddler from the aisle, diaper bag on my shoulder, when the forgotten cookie rolled out onto the middle of the floor. My excited three-year-old daughter, knowing this cookie only by its irreverent family nickname, exclaimed loudly, Read the rest of this entry
For the first time ever I am reblogging someone else’s post. Woohoo! That’s right, folks. I thought this story was just that good, and befitting of a blog titled, Parenting is Funny. So, with the permission of “Lexiesnana,” here is her post “It’s Passed Down” from her blog, thekovies:
Two Sundays ago they made an announcement at church that one of my kid’s teachers from our church school was celebrating twenty five years in the teaching service. I remember the first time I met her because most of my kids had her as a teacher.
Back in the day all the teachers would come to visit you before school started at your home. It wasn’t too hard on them because we were a very little church school and most of the kids had siblings there so they could kill more than one bird with a stone. (I love that saying)
This particular visit was exciting for me because Miss Bach, who is now the one celebrating twenty five years, was bringing a new teacher with her. I cleaned and cleaned, and the house was spotless. I made cookies and I gave the kids a talking to be on their best behavior.
This little dude was home and sitting on my lap pretty much the whole time. Good boy that he was, he only left once, and that was to go to the bathroom. Read the rest of this entry
Seeing me in my room in a bra and underwear, my four-year-old son asked, “Mommy, how come when you walk your tushy goes side to side?””What?!” I exclaimed.
He responded, “You know, side to side, side to side.”
I was a little appalled and just said, “It’s because I’m a mommy.”
I started walking away, feeling his eyes boring into me, and heard him muttering, Read the rest of this entry
My five-year-old drew me a picture depicting flowers, princesses, and heart-shaped balloons. Below them was a whole lotta brown. I asked, “Is that dirt?” She replied, “No, that’s a puddle of Read the rest of this entry
When I was pregnant with our second, my daughter came with us for the boy/girl reveal at the 20-week ultrasound. We had just taken her to the Jonah Veggietales movie. So, at the ultrasound she looked from the screen to my belly to the screen, and shouted, Read the rest of this entry
My daughter’s prize: a bandana for being a “volunteer” cowgirl.
When our church had its annual fiesta, we stopped by and wandered over to the live entertainment. It was a cowboy with a long mustache and in full get-up doing rope tricks. At one point he asked for a volunteer and chose a boy. My seven-year-old daughter said to me, “I want to go up there.” I told her maybe he would need more volunteers later. So, when he asked for a cowgirl, a bunch of hands went up and so did my daughter. She hopped off my lap and walked Read the rest of this entry