sweet child o' mine
One of the nicknames that my hubby has for our daughter is ABMOD or Ankle Biting Midget Of Death. Believe it or not, it's actually a term of endearment originally coined for a dimunitive soccer player, but it applies so well to our young'un.
scene: bath time
Me: Do you want bubbles in your bath?
ABMOD: No
Me: No? No bubbles?
ABMOD: No!
(seconds elapse)
ABMOD: (WAILING) BO BOS! BO BOS!
Me: But you told me you didn't want bubbles!
ABMOD: BO BOS! BO BOS! BO BOS!
That pretty much sums up our evening here at Rancho Hayes-o. There were at least half a dozen similar scenarios in various subjects and situations. Also apparently I placed the Evil Band-Aid of Evilness on her foot for it rendered her unable to walk. Another lovely trick this evening was to turn down my offers to read a book together and then when, after much warning of bedtime, and offering, and warning, I take her up to bed she wails loudly that she wants to read a book. WHAT? It is these situations where i've tried my best to be a patient, understanding mom, but she's entirely too smart or manipulative for me. I spend all day missing her and then she works me so hard, I feel guilty when I'm so happy it's bed time! *sigh*
Thank goodness for micro brews :)
