We've been called names because of that last post. There was so much uproar and many a huffed "How dare you!" that I have to set the record straight. I am not the worst parent ever. Nor do we do intentionally cruel and unusual things at the expense of our children. Sure, I'll put little pieces of tape all over Nash to watch him squirm. Occasionally you may find Cheerios wedged between his toes to drive him nuts. I sit by and laugh when Dylan rubs his chin scruff on the bottom of his feet, which makes him ballistic. But it's not all bad. By way of proof I offer you the following.
Exhibit A:
Pay no attention to the big red bump in the middle of his forehead.
Exhibit B:
Exhibit A:
Pay no attention to the big red bump in the middle of his forehead.
Exhibit B:
5 comments:
You're torturing the boy by literally yanking his nourishment from his mouth, and you offer that as evidence that you're not the worst parent ever?
I like the link to Garlic Boy and all, but I am the worst parent ever.
I totally do stuff like that too. Not just this post but the "previous one" too. I don't think you're a bad parent.
Bad Parent "Shbad parent" that's what I say. It's funny, I don't care who ya are!
He is so cute, Leah. Happy 1st. Nash.
Yea... that wasn't funny! Ridiculously stupid maybe, but not funny!
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