I never wanted to be one of those parents who was content with their child thinking that eggs and milk come from the grocery store or that atm's just spit out money on demand.
I've tried diligently to make sure our daughter knows that eggs come from chickens and milk from cows and that atm's are like piggy banks--you have to put money into them in order to take money out later.
Last week on the way home from ballet class, Alanna asked what we were having for dinner. The conversation went something like this:
A: "I'm hungry. We have dinner when we get home?"
M: "Yes, sweetie. Mommy made Pork chops and hashbrowns and it should be ready when we get home."
A: "Where do hashbrowns come from?"
M: "Hashbrowns come from potatoes."
A: "No they don't!!! Hashbrowns come from McDonalds!!"
Apparently, I'm that parent....damn evil clown.
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