In which we share the ways that we are less than perfect.
Parent Fail #1:
This took place when Enoch was about four years old. Chuck’s work was hosting a contest where the kids were supposed to draw a picture of how their parent contributed to the company (Chuck is a heavy equipment operator). Adalia, Judah, Tilly and Enoch all tackled the assignment with gusto…Enoch ended up drawing a picture of two giant pumpkins in a field. That’s right, to demonstrate how his father contributes at work he drew two pumpkins. Well, it was October, we had been to a pumpkin farm, and that is all well and good, but had nothing to do with the contest or work. So when I sent in the entries, I didn’t send his in. I didn’t think it mattered, clearly he wasn’t going to win. Fast-forward several months when Adalia, Judah and Tilly all received packages in the mail containing little am/fm radios, duffel bags and more. Had they won? No, these were simply prizes for every one who entered. Everyone, that is, except for Enoch who’s loser mom didn’t bother to send in his picture. I’m still guilt-ridden all these years later.
Parent Fail #2:
This happened just last week. My in-laws and parents were both coming for dinner and Tilly kindly offered to make pizza. Awesome! She quadrupled the recipe and while she was busy assembling and baking pizza I decided to help with the kitchen mess. I grabbed the bowl she had used for dough, squirted in a generous amount of soap and started the hot water running. Several minutes later, as I continued to bustle around and “help” she asked where her pizza dough went…you guessed it, I “helped” by running hot, soapy water on top of the last hunk of pizza dough. Oops. I grabbed the dough, rinsed it thoroughly and wrung it out. Good as new.
Okay, your turn!