You can call me Mom, the Yes Man

Sometimes you want to be the parent that says yes.  So this morning when Em said “Can we go to Dunkin Donuts?” I just said “Sure” before I could change my mind.

Thirty minutes later we were eating donuts and hanging out at the swanky truck stop near our house when she said “Do you think I will ever get to play that game?” and pointed to the money robbing machine where you put a dollar in and try to grab a stuffed animal with the crane.  I said yes again.

It was a good morning.  Em was talking us up. Hopped up on donuts and orange juice she was even chattier than normal.

“Why do they make those machines so that you can never win? The man that owns that machine should just do something and get a job to make money instead of taking everyone’s dollars.  Do you think I should pack three or four outfits for while we are gone.  I think four.  Do you know why I always pack an extra outfit?”

“In case you pee your pants?” I said.

“No, because…”

And MQD interrupts to say “I once knew a DJ named MC Pee Pants”

And she burst in to tears.

“Why can’t I ever finish what I am saying without getting interrupted?  You guys are constantly acting crazy and saying crazy things and I am just being normal?!!”

And so it has begun.  We are no longer funny.  Poor kid.  It is going to get so much worse before it gets better.

From earlier this morning, when I was still funny.

From earlier this morning, when I was still funny.

12 responses to “You can call me Mom, the Yes Man

  1. After raising her 3 older brothers, I was NOT prepared for the spontaneous bursting-into-tears episodes from my 8 year old daughter. Just when you think you’ve “got this” parenting gig…

    As for those steal your dollar machines, turns out you have to scout out the right ones. Some are actually win-able! If you like paying a dollar for fifty cent toys, that is. On our recent summer vacay, my 10 year old son declared that he definitely had mastered the claw machine and that they were in no way rigged. It’s just that daddy and I sucked at them, that’s why WE always failed. Since his grandmother had giving him spending money for the trip, we couldn’t pass a claw machine without giving it a go. We found one machine at a grocery store near the place we stayed that he “won” at nearly every time! Of course this proved his “you guys suck” theory despite the fact that the store on the *other* end of town was a total bust every single time.

  2. Damn. That was abrupt.

    And MC Pee Pants wants your candy, bubble gum and taffy, skip to the sweet shop with my sweetheart Sandy. Got my pennies saved so I’m a sugar daddy. I’m her Hume Cronyn, she’s my Jessica Tandy. I want candy!

    Or something like that. Not that I would know. LOL!

  3. MC Pee Pants! MQD gets a very enthusiastic thumbs up for that reference!

    Excellent blog by the way!

  4. :( . . . my son no longer thinks I am cool either.

  5. Wow, she’s really looking more grown up these days!

  6. My daughter, who is 17 and, therefore, knows everything, told me just yesterday that talking to me is pointless, as she may as well find the nearest insane asylum and try to reason with the inmates. She also mentioned, mid-tirade, that I am not nearly as funny as I think I am. I pointed out that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, which I thought was a pretty logical response for a deranged person!

    Good luck!

  7. ha! Cool thing is, after you get unfunny, if you are very VERY lucky, you will get very funny again, sometimes so funny you are the ONLY one who can elicit a smile from her face after a lousy day. You already know she’ll get one from you.

Gimme some love!! Please?

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