Monday, May 01, 2006The Child Is Never Satisfied After breakfast and the completion of Max & Ruby, as we were walking toward the
bathroom, I muttered to myself: "those pants are too short, need to
tell Mommy". Mistake. Child insisted on a new pair as Too Short, Just
Won't Do.
Pink, of course, was the selection. She remarked that everything now matched; shirt, pants and socks. Quite pleased with herself, was our Little Girl. Informed that her old pants were going to Ella she hissed: "No. Ella has enough pants. She doesn't need these". She also wanted a pony, but I was unable to provide given both my lack of skill and hair bands. Not good. This set the stage for... Teeth. She'd brush, fiddle, refuse to let me help, fiddle more, brush and more fiddling. Loosing patience (never an abundant commodity in the morning) I chastised her. She calls it "yelling", but anything she doesn't want to hear constitutes yelling, especially coming from me. Off to day care, alternately sulking and wailing. Upon arrival she had reduced her unpleasant behavior to just sulking and declared, when prompted for a hug and kiss: "you yelled at me". After a few minutes I went back to make sure she didn't try to escape and to tell the woman in the infant room about the pony requirement and she just glared at me. Not Kelly, but the teacher. I think Kelly told her that I'm the Horrible Yelling Monster Daddy that breaths fire and sulfur from his nostrils and sweats pitch and bitumen. I mentioned the pony and got a nod. Miya told me that she had a cut on her nose, but the wound was invisible to my eyes. The teacher explained another child had the cut, not Maya. Kelly just ignored me and went to play with her friends. Perhaps we can leave her in the woods to be raised by wolves. Oh no, that won't work as we'll have PETA on our asses. Sending her to the wolves would be considered animal cruelty. Yep, wouldn't wish her on a pack of wolves. |