You can call me a bad parent for numerous reasons.Â Here is a story that illustrates several examples:
Â I usually let the kids watch a movie in the afternoon after Corinne gets home from school so that I can relax and/or cook dinner.Â (Can you hear their brains rotting?)Â While they watch the movie, I give them a small bowl with an assortment of treats.Â (They brush their teeth regularly.)Â Yesterday IÂ gave them some Tootsie Rolls and candy corn.Â I could hear Mason calling that he needed help.Â (Yes, I was in another room and wasn’t directly monitoring them.)Â He said he had chocolate stuck in his hair.Â Upon inspection, there was indeed a Tootsie Roll lodged deep in his hair.Â He had tried to take it out himself which caused it toÂ soften andÂ get wedged in there pretty good.Â I worked at it until it was at the edge and then tugged it like a Band-Aid.Â Not so smart, it turns out.Â And here’s why:
Tony is now calling me various Indian namesÂ because he saidÂ I have scalped our son.Â Like I need more guilt on top of a mother’s guilt.
-g. (aka Sacagawea)