Monday morning 8 am. My husband is eating
breakfast, our baby crawling happily on the floor, I am rushing to the
bathroom. I hear my husband ask: "Hey honey, do you want to allow the baby
go through your purse?" What a question.. "Noooo my love, I do not
want her go through my bag."
I say no more not to start the week being
annoying. But it obviously was said with an assumption.
5 minutes later I return to the dining room just
to find my daughter in complete charm having emptied the full
contents of my big bag to the living room floor. She has a focused look, mouth
in a serious roll and hands processing out kleenex one by one. And my husband
is eating breakfast.
"Loove, why didn't you do anything?"I
scream. My husband lazely turning his head towards the mess: "Well Honey,
I thought You might want to tell her she is not allowed to your bag."
"And why exactly did you think I would like
to do that?" I ask.
"You do it so well."
I do it so well. I see. So it has started now.
The game. My husband's strategy is obvious.
The "Who's in the good cards" game.
"The Good cop, Bad cop" game.
Above all, he bursts out laughing when I
confront him!
He admittedly does not want to forbit our
daughter in order to stay in the Limelight in front of her adoring eyes. Mommy
can do this part of parenting. What a fare share of work.
P.S. So the solution for rainy days is: what you
do not see you obviously cannot forbid..
