WTF Did You Say: On Princesses, Ballerinas and Defiant Children

by Leila on May 5, 2012

See that face? We all know that face.

The Face and Representative of Defiant Children

Now… Imagine this…

You are annoyed with your children (it happens), with a broken ninja kicker (again, it happens), and you are surrounded by piles of toys, dirty socks and whatever else your children decided not to throw away (you KNOW it happens). You are at that point of totally losing your shit.

Me: ... picking up a barbie ballerina shoes while talking to the crossed arms, pouty faced and oh so defiant 4 year old… “Here is your ballerina shoe to put away, you royal princess!! Please. Put. It. Away. NOW!” (we are VERY sarcastic in this house)

Him: the scowl faced, determined, not budging a step four year old terror of doooooom… “Hey woman, I’m not a ballerina!!!!!” (see, told ya! sarcastic… right?)

My Daughter: … with the most confused, sweet and genuine expression on her face… “Wait… so you aren’t a ballerina but you ARE a princess?! SWEET!” (Yeah, I’m raising little mes… sorry world)

We all started laughing. Tension was broken. We goofed off the rest of the time picking up. They swore they would never say anything like that again or make such a mess.

And I, of course, pretended to believe this so we could get through this with some laughter.

 

About Leila DontSpeakWhinese

Leila, aka The Ninja, is the advocate for all things not whining. Parenting is fun when everyone stops b*tching! She is the Mom of a big blended family of five awesome kids. They ninja kick through life together. Oh and she is a total jackass.

Comments

  1. Stesha says:

    Hysterical giggles at “Hey woman…” Reminds me of the defiant children in my home. I find the best dose of medicine is laughter too… at least until dinner time drama starts:)

    Hugs and Mocha,
    Stesha
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    1. Leila says:

      He is full of those HEY WOMAN moments. It gets me every time! Oh I hear ya on the dinner drama but I could write a book on the bedtime drama that goes down here. Every. Single. Night.

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