March 23, 2006

Wearing the Mask

Brian B tackles one of the great mysteries of parenthood:

How do you deal with a situation where your child has done/is doing something you know they shouldn't, and must be corrected, but they're being so damned cute and funny while doing it that you can't look at them with a straight face, let alone a stern one?

The World wonders.

This reminds me of an episode that happened a couple years back. The eldest Llama-ette, who was four or five at the time, had recently picked up the word "sh*t" somewhere. Of course, the first time we heard it, we talked to her very seriously about what a naughty word it was and how she musn't ever say it again.

Anyhoo, not long after, the gel was standing at the bathroom sink getting ready for bed. I was there, too, putting toothpaste on the brush and that sort of thing. As was her wont at that time, she was babbling to herself, singing a nonsense song that she made up as she went along. Without (I'm sure) even realizing it, she started to sing, "shi--" but realized at the last second what she was about and quickly changed it to something like, "shi-illabaloo".

A few seconds later, she looked up at me with big, blue eyes and a smile and said, "See, Daddy? I didn't say 'sh*t'!"

Exit Daddy stage left for a smothered guffaw.

Posted by Robert at March 23, 2006 10:57 AM | TrackBack

I'm convinced it's one of the reasons my parents would send me to my room -- all the while praying the sound of hysterical laughter wouldn't carry through the walls.

Posted by: Brian B at March 23, 2006 11:01 AM

Children are a great source of humor and joy, aren't they?

Posted by: MCPO Airdale at March 23, 2006 11:17 AM

Among other things....

Posted by: Brian B at March 23, 2006 11:23 AM

Definitely a package deal. Didn't Calvin's dad say something once about how being a parent meant wanting to hug your kid and strangle him at the same time?

Posted by: Robbo the LB at March 23, 2006 11:28 AM

When I was a kid went through a couple of profane musical episodes; one where I skipped through the house sainging "vaffanculo, vaffanculo, vaffanculo!" and was promptly, well ... sworn at, ironically.

And the other where I kept sing-songing "I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole!" which also drew a, um, fairly strong rebuke as well.

The story is made more poignant by the fact that 20 some-odd years later, I believe I was remarkably prescient for an 7-year-old during the second incident.

Posted by: Bill from INDC at March 23, 2006 12:47 PM

"a" 7 year-old

Posted by: Bill from INDC at March 23, 2006 12:48 PM