Touch of spice
Who are we to question why?
Thursday, January 8, 2004
- Why am I expected to respond instantly to "please," when my own polite requests often fall on deaf ears?
- Why do kids ruin their own plates of food -- tipping them onto the floor or pouring juice on top of the mashed potatoes are two favorites at our house --and then eat yours? On the same topic, why won't kids eat their own dinners, but will come and beg bites from your plates when it's the same blasted thing?
- Why, when they're strapped into a car seat, do children yell and scream and cry "it hurts" 14 times over the course of an eight minute car trip, yet they'll spend hours playing in the same seats when they're sitting on the kitchen floor?
- Why do kids kiss up to daddy after they've gotten in trouble with him, but just get mad at mommy when they get in trouble with her? Maybe it's a girl thing; maybe it's just an affliction that affects my children, but their responses to being in trouble are solely gender-based. Grandma and I get the cold shoulder for hours after we've had to punish the girls, whereas punishments from grandpa or daddy create girls that are truly sugar and spice and all that.
- Why do kids -- maybe it's just mine -- smile at the camera only after the picture's been taken? This is a problem that we're slowly improving, but I can't count the number of adorable pictures I've missed because Katie waited until after the flash bursts to be adorable.
- Why do they want to help you at the times that their help will be most destructive to the project at hand and not want to help when it's something they could, and should, handle -- even when you say "please?" As I write this, Nikki's little finger is jabbing at the computer screen, despite my repeated requests that she find some other activity. Earlier requests that she help pick up her toys fell on deaf ears. Affection follows the same principle. There's always a child who wants to cuddle when you're in the middle of cooking dinner, but when the chores are done and you're in the mood to play, they've got better things to do.
- Why do kids always know where my sunglasses are (even when I don't) but don't know where theirs are (even when I do). And even when I know where theirs are and they know where mine are and we happen to know both of those things at the same time, why they prefer wearing mine to wearing theirs.