Know Your Role
Yesterday, I had the privilege of driving The Vance around to deliver shalach maons to a few of her friends from Pre-school. For each package we dropped off, we received, in return, a package laden with candy and junk.
While it's true that The Vance generally has very adult tastes, she also knows a good candy opportunity when she sees one. So, at every stop, she asked me to open one of the items that she received from her friends.
She started with a large lollypop. Then a foot-long Laffy Taffy. At the third stop she asked me to open a bag of Dipsey Doodles.
I turned around from the drivers seat and as I handed her the chips, I said, "Vance, that's the last snack for today. You have to leave the rest for another time."
The Vance, not skipping a beat, said, "Only Ima tells me that!!"
She sure knows how to put me in my place.
Yesterday, I had the privilege of driving The Vance around to deliver shalach maons to a few of her friends from Pre-school. For each package we dropped off, we received, in return, a package laden with candy and junk.
While it's true that The Vance generally has very adult tastes, she also knows a good candy opportunity when she sees one. So, at every stop, she asked me to open one of the items that she received from her friends.
She started with a large lollypop. Then a foot-long Laffy Taffy. At the third stop she asked me to open a bag of Dipsey Doodles.
I turned around from the drivers seat and as I handed her the chips, I said, "Vance, that's the last snack for today. You have to leave the rest for another time."
The Vance, not skipping a beat, said, "Only Ima tells me that!!"
She sure knows how to put me in my place.
Labels: Fostering, Random Thoughts
posted by MoChassid @ 1:11 PM
3 Comments:
At 4:00 PM,
Anonymous said…
do you actually call her "Vance"?
At 5:17 PM,
MoChassid said…
No. I call her Stinky Face.
At 5:36 PM,
uberimma said…
Where is "the Vance" from, anyway?
I'm a lot like YHW on the healthy eating front. My kids get sugar on Shabbos and yom tov, and at school where, alas, I get no say. Purim is the one day of the year I let them eat themselves sick on candy. That night, it goes in a box and the box mysteriously vanishes.
Your daughter sounds like my oldest, who once informed our babysitter that "Abba doesn't say no."
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