Not Mother of the Year

Well, the juxtaposition of sanity and parenting hit another...interesting...point tonight.  My youngest wanted to play her Littlest Pet Shop "Get Well Center"...with the addition of the Wicked Princess who keeps stealing the animal's beds and medical equipment.  (I mean, that's LOW, even for a villain!)  I ended up playing the part of the Iguana, brought to you by Eeyore.  "Not that anyone cares that I need my heat lamp.  An Iguana's work is never done."

This worked for about 20 minutes of repetitive thefts and rescues until the Wicked Princess began stealing Eeyore's friends, Piglet the anorexic kitty, and Pooh the battered puppy.  Then Eeyore had a little talk with them about being victimized, and standing up for themselves, and the fact that they're twice the size of WP.  "All this putting her into jail just isn't working.  The next time she tries to steal you, just bite her head off."

The next ten minutes of play were much more entertaining, complete with WP several times reattaching her head...until my nine year old came over to ask:  "Mom?!  What are you teaching her?!"

Oh, yeah,  parenting.  My bad.  ;>