Friday, February 8, 2008

Consistency: Key To Parenting - We're Failing Miserably

fod·der
n.
1. Feed for livestock, especially coarsely chopped hay or straw.
2. Raw material, as for artistic creation.
3. A consumable, often inferior item or resource that is in demand and usually abundant supply: romantic novels intended as fodder for the pulp fiction market.

It's true that anything can be used as material for my blog. Mr. Farklepants was home for all of 20 minutes when I retired to the computer upstairs and left him in charge of our minions. The following is what was heard from down below:

BANG! BANG! KERPLUK! BANG! BOUNCE!
Mr. Farklepants: (straight to yelling do not pass go do not collect $200) WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?
In unison:
Girl-Child: (enthusiastically!) Playing handball!!
Boy-Child#2: (assessing the situation) Playing handball?
Mr. Farklepants: (incredulous) WTH?! Stop it! You don't play handball in the house!

Tootsie: (upstairs and muttering to herself) No. No you don't play handball in the house. He's right on that. Never mind that you [Mr. Farklepants] were playing football in the house with them just days ago. I can't understand where'd they get an idea that indoors is good enough for any kind of ball.

4 comments:

THE MOM BOMB said...

Consistency? Pish-posh. I like to think of it as "teaching my children to be FLEXIBLE."

And the change jar on my countertop is for the future therapy.

Fannie Mae said...

Men and their balls. Sheesh. ;)

Burgh Baby's Mom said...

Apparently men are all alike. Dumbasses. Mine? Got in trouble for turning Dora on again. So what does he do? Turns on the Simpsons Movie. Thanks, buddy. I'm sure our two-year old will learn lots of useful things from that movie. And don't get me started on driving the car around the living room . . .

Lulu said...

Reminds me of The Brady Bunch episode when Peter? Bobby? Greg? were throwing the basketball in the house and it knocked over a vase.

I'm such a child of the 70s.