A Mommy Story

Hello there. Sarah reporting for duty, Goon Squad Sarah.

Christina asked if anyone wanted to guest post and of course I jumped at the chance. I met Christina at BlogHer two years ago and I’ve been a fan ever since.

So, as usual when I offer to guest post I have no clue what I am going to write about. Fortunately, something came up.

When you have three year old twins something always comes up.

In this case it came up on the way to the grocery store this morning.

The kids and I have been in Florida for almost a week. We got into the minivan, this morning and the low fuel light was on.

Because I have not yet adjusted to being a mother (when do you think that will be anyway? When they are four? Five? Eighteen?) I yelled something along the lines of “Dammit! We’re almost out of gas. Your father pisses me off!”

Then I remembered I was supposed to be the responsible adult in the car and I told the kids that we needed to stop at the gas station on the way to the grocery store.

To which Ian replied:

Dammit. Daddy pisses us off.

Oops.

Nice job, Mom. Excellent parenting move. Now my husband will come home and Ian will say it again and it will look like we’ve been conspiring against him.

On second thought, did you notice how he changed the sentence from “Daddy pisses me off” to “Daddy pisses us off”? That is good grammar. What do you call it? Pronoun agreement?

I’m not such a bad parent after all. I teach people how to speak English. How about that?

In your face Ferber!