Friday, September 13, 2013

Children Make No Sense

My children are mysteries to me.  Here is a sampling of the conundrums that confront me daily:
  • Why aren’t their shoes together?  One upstairs, one downstairs—why?  How does this happen?
  • What’s the big objection to sleep?  I confess, I do remember crying at bedtime as a child, but now it’s my favorite part of the day.
  • When I speak, what do they hear?  Is it like that Far Side cartoon describing what dogs hear: “blah, blah, blah, blah, Ginger, blah, blah, blah.”
  • How much ketchup do they need?  Really. 
  • How can a person not like artichoke hearts?
  • I admit, flatulence can be amusing in the right moment, but children do not distinguish the right moment from the wrong one.  And I’m raising girls!  
Am I alone?  What riddles do your little darlings offer you?

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