Another Nomination For Mother Of The Year Down The Drain
I am a bad mommy. And I’m about to prove it to you by spilling my guts in the confessional that is the internet.
This morning I brushed Jonas’ teeth with soap. I did. And when he gagged and said, “yuk!” I counted to ten and made him sit still for the rest of the brushing, which he very obediently, very trustingly, did. Somewhere around the number eight I realized that the ‘toothpaste’ wasn’t foaming the way toothpaste usually does. It was bubbling. It was then I realized that when I grabbed the toothbrush out of the drawer I hadn’t noticed that soap had spilled on it. I had just spent the past twenty seconds lathering up the insides of poor Jonas’ mouth and he hadn’t even cussed.
Can I have my parenting award now?
