I did NOT scratch Landon with my fingernail under his eye. See?
We were playing on the bed (which is much too high, thanks to my darling husband, take a look at this post) and somehow some of L’s skin got caught under my fingernail. I thought I had scratched his eye! To my relief, I had scratched him below his eye, but I still felt so bad . . .
I did NOT let L watch The Women with me because I was so desperate to relax for a few minutes and wanted to finally finish this movie I had DVRed a few days earlier (well, half of it. “Oh, what is that, Sweets? “Meg Ryan and her blown-up lips.” “Ooh, tape that for me! I’ve never seen that one.” “The movie is half over!” “Just do it, I don’t care.” “It’s Meg Ryan and her ridiculous lips!” “Yes, tape it!!” Once Don comes home, it’s politics and sports, can’t get the guy to watch something called The Women with me! That would be . . . too much to ask :)
It did NOT take me hearing three curse words before I finally decided that being a good mother was more important than my desire for cheap entertainment.
First curse word: “Whoops! (looks at Landon) Oh, he doesn’t know what that means.”
Second one: “Hmm, well…”
Third one: “Okay, that’s it!” (grabs remote)
I was so much more sensitive about proper language with L beside me. I hardly ever curse myself, but I wonder if I would have even noticed all the cursing in the movie if I had been by myself. I guess I can file this one in the category “Once you are a parent, you will look at the world differently.” So true.
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