In Trouble

One thing that we all know as parents:  sooner or later, our child is going to tell on us.  They're going to get to that "repeat everything they hear at the worst possible time" age when we're not paying attention, and before we know it, they're saying the "s-word" in front of our mother-in-law whose swearing vocabulary includes things like "oh, foot," and then protesting, "But Mommy says it all the time!" when they're told it's not a nice thing to say.

(I did that to my mom when I was little.  And I can still see my grandmother standing at her kitching sink, saying, "Oh, foot!")

(I guess, technically, I just did it again.  Sorry, Mom.)

But do you expect, as grandparents, for your grandchild to tell on you?  I'm not sure, because I'm not a grandparent (and hopefully won't be for a loooooooooong time), but I didn't.

However, the other morning, after Craig gave the kids breakfast, the Imp started throwing one of his tantrums when his pumpkin muffin ran out.  Now, if he'd just asked for another one, I think he'd have gotten it, but instead, he started screaming as soon as the last bite was gone.  Daddy, of course, then refused him another muffin, which escalated the tantrum.  Then things got really bad.  The Birdie started making fun of his screaming, which made him a fount of tiny toddler fury. 

Daddy:  "Don't make fun of him.  That isn't nice."

Birdie:  "Grandma does."

Hee hee.  Glad to know it's not just us parents who are at risk.