Why Our Children Hate Us
Our two boys recently went to an overnight birthday party. When it was time for them to leave, the hostess sent each party kid home with a big hunk of cake on a paper plate covered with aluminum foil. My boys carried their cake plates ahead of them like a precious prize. When they got home, DS2 offered us all a bite or two. He even shared with his sisters! DS1, however, found a black Sharpie marker and proceeded to write all over the foil covering his cake: DO NOT EAT! MY CAKE! DO NOT TOUCH! DID I MENTION THIS WAS MY CAKE AND TO KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF? He then left it sitting on the counter.
Have I mentioned that the Sugar Daddy and I can be a little cruel? SD moved the cake to a different plate and left this note on the original, re-covering it with the foil.
Note says, "IOU 1 piece of cake. --Daddy"
Is it any wonder that our kids don’t trust us?
Actually, DS1 played it pretty cool. (A result of years of torment by his parents?) He went out to the garage fridge, hid all the beer and left a sticky note: “IOU 1 beer.” Check. And. Mate.
