I must admit that the risk of offense with this post is at least two-fold. If you are a teetotaller - DO NOT read on. If you are someone who would be offended that some of my friends might be teetotallers, DO NOT read the previous two sentences. Thank you.
William has taken to imaginative play with much vigor these days. Frosty the Snowman has been learning to dance and clap (and clap while dancing - he's very advanced), Will has been playing doctor to both his many cats, and to Sissy and Daddy, and Will's dogs regularly get told to "sit!" and "stay!" With all this play, and a child who spends every day watching what I do, something embarrassing was bound to happen. Something which when posted would make other people, if not me, laugh out loud.
It happened the other day. I'm sitting outside watching Will play with his pebble-tray. He has these two plastic play plant pots (say that ten times fast) that he likes to fill up with pebbles and bring to me. He has in the past brought me the pot and explained to me that it is "Hot tea." I pretend to sip, pronounce it marvelous tea indeed, thank him for making it for me, all requisite motherly behaviors. Well, he's at it again, filling both the plant pots with pebbles, making certain they are evenly distributed, such things. Then he brings it over to me. I sigh happily, and say "Is it tea?" thinking innocently how nice it is for him to do this for me all the time. "NO!" Will says vehemently. Surprised, I ask "What is it then?", still innocent and unsullied by the game he's playing. "GIN!" he announces, then proceeds to "CHEERS!" and clinks our two play plant pots together.
And thus begins the part of parenthood where my habits, both good and (alas!) bad are broadcast verbally for all the world to see. Might as well post them on-line in a kind of expiation for my sins. . . right?
3 comments:
Hey! I just noticed you have a blog too! I hope you don't mind me checking it out. Would it be okay if I linked to your blog from mine? We should have a play date soon, totally miss you guys!
Mom gave us kids gin when we were acting out of line. I suppose the intent was to knock us out. Years later other side-effects were evident.
That is hysterical! But tell me ... do you really enjoy Gin?! There was a brief time where I enjoyed a good Gin Fizz, but after one or two that were WAY too strong, I haven't been able to handle it. But believe me, if our kids were pretending what Mommy has in her class, half the time it would be a glass of wine, ha ha ha!
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