OK, I confess. I don't have the most consistent parenting style. That's why I was surprised to take this quiz and find out that I apparently fall under the category of "Sgt. Strict."
Of course, it never helped that I had two little girls with such different personalities. College Girl was compliant; I could put her down on the living room rug in front of Sesame Street, and she'd be good for a couple of hours. Well, I never did that, but I imagined it, several times.
The Wild One, natch, lived up to her nickname. In addition to constant attention, she demanded to be fed when she demanded to be fed. Let me share a little soap-opera drama with you.
Picture this: SAHM, with 2-year-old and 5-year-old underfoot, gets an offer she can't refuse. An old friend has enough Frequent Flyer miles to take two people~that would include moi~to the Cayman Islands for a loooooooooonnnnngg weekend.
The only catch? Moker would be flying solo during our Girls' Weekend Away.
Imagine my surprise when I got a call at the hotel.
"What's wrong with The Wild One?"
"Gosh, I don't know. I'm in a hotel thousands of miles away. Is she still breathing?"
"Of course she's still breathing. But she's also hopping up and down in the kitchen and banging her head against the wall."
"What time is it there?"
"She's hungry, silly guy."
"Yeah. They eat early, remember? Did you forget dinner?"
"You mean if I feed her this will stop?"
Well, she was only two. And she hadn't quite learned to use all her words yet. Playing along with Candid Carrie, and her Friday Foto Finish Fiesta. Have a wonderful weekend!