There are many things I love about The Firefighter. He is loyal, honest, brave, trustworthy, and dedicated to his family. Traits I would be proud to have my daughters inherit. I used to imagine sweet father daughter moments with them bonding over things like fishing, or soccer, or even car repair. Miss Chatterbox shows a predilection towards being a tomboy - so it's possible.
Yeah. Then I woke up.
They bond over farts. Yep, you heard me. Nothing seems to make them laugh harder then lettin' one rip. I have since learned that the worse it smells, the harder they laugh. They will seek each other out, just to have someone to share the humor with. Bleck - Not what I could have ever imagined they would bond over. However, I can't deny that it is amusing to hear Miss Chatterbox's little voice squeal, "BAHAHAHAHA! Dadu toot tooted!"
(The Firefighter reluctantly agreed to say "toot toot" rather than fart. I just hate the word fart. It just sounds so ugly. Weird, I know.)
Miss Chatterbox has also begun doing other undesirable things, like picking her nose, wandering around naked or half dressed, refusing to eat and screaming over us - ANY time we try to talk to each other. So, I recently launched a campaign to end all these behaviors. My solution? To put Boo in "time out" every time I catch him doing one of these things. I based my plan on the whole monkey see, monkey do principle. I figure if Miss Chatterbox sees The Firefighter getting into trouble for doing these things, she would stop. You should have seen the look on his face the first time I said, "Go to your room, Dadu." Suppose I should have, you know, warned him. I may or may not have enjoyed this a little too much... Nah, on second thought, it was priceless and it has also conveniently reestablished my Alpha status in the family pack.
Disclaimer: Though somewhat effective in this case, in general, I wouldn't advocate watching Animal Planet for parenting advice - even if you feel like you live in a zoo. CPS also frowns on shock collars as well as letting your kids play train with beer boxes - even if you didn't drink the beer.
And that, my friends, is how you train your husband...I mean correct your child.
Happy Monday, Y'all.