Yesterday Rik took a friend of his fishing and they were gone when the kids and I got home. I had to pick up Caitlin late at school, so Philip and I ran to Sunflower Market while we were waiting. He talked me into buying some yogurt covered pretzels. Actually, cherry flavored yogurt covered pretzels. By the time we got home, lunch had been a very long time ago and we were all sharing these lovely, yummy pretzels. I really recommend them. :) Philip, being a nice kid, when we got down to probably 5 pretzels left in the container said, "We should save the rest for Dad when he gets home." His selfish, piggy mother said, "Dad's not home. If he wanted some he would be home!" and promptly filled her mouth with the said pretzels.
Thinking about this incident today, I'm thinking I was not the best example to my kids. Not something I want them mentioning in their Sunday School classes. But, since somehow things like this always come out, I thought I should just fess up here for the world to know. So, should I just chalk it up to a low blood sugar induced state? Or am I really as unkind and unfeeling as I sounded????
Thursday, March 5, 2009
I'm not really that nice of a person...
Posted by Amy at 10:18 PM
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4 comments:
I'm with you on that one. It's a natural consequence. I think you could turn it into a Sunday School lesson! If you want treats, hang out with mom. But grab 'em fast. ;)
I am with you Amy. Rik was out having fun fishing and left you at home to run errands, pick up the kids, grocery shop. Shoot, he probably even expected dinner on the table when he got home from fishing. You had every right to eat the five pretzels.
Brett I thought we were friends. How could you turn on me like that?
You're not a bad person. I'd have eaten them, too.
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