Car sickness.
A particular incident, involving the reappearance of a large amount of Cheetos,
all over the car seat (see above) and car, is seared into my memory.
Being responsible
for other people’s bodily functions. When children feel like they are going
to throw up, they run toward you –
and you’re not supposed to run away.
Potty training.
Some people snidely wonder why young parents might procrastinate on potty
training. It’s because, when you take that diaper off, you’ve just made your
life a whole lot more complicated for the foreseeable future. There is no such
thing as a convenient time for your child to poop his pants.
Getting to school
on time in the morning. There’s a period in the raising of a child when you
are the only one who can tell time and the only one who cares.
(Some) children’s
books, movies and music. My kids were the only ones in their preschool
classes who didn’t know the Barney
clean-up song. I didn’t know it was a prerequisite. Even if I had, I wouldn’t
have been able to abide watching it with them.
Flying with small
children. When I get on a plane now, carrying just the book I will be
reading, I look on the young parents, weighed down with car seats (see above)
and gargantuan diaper bags, with pity.
Disgusted
strangers. Yes, sometimes babies and toddlers cry on planes. But you know
what? Strangers who roll their eyes and make snide comments for the parents to
hear make the situation worse, not better.
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