Parenting Confessional – Part 3
1. On Monday, Wito’s lunch consisted of some Cheerios and string cheese because I wanted to eat HIS beloved leftovers from a Mexican restaurant the night before.
2. I get secretly pissed when he announces that he doesn’t like the song playing in my car. I HAVE STELLAR TASTE IN MUSIC, KID. ONE DAY YOU WILL REALIZE THAT.
3. Wito calls cereal bars (Nutri-Grain bars and such) “handlebars”. I know I am supposed to correct him, but there is nothing cuter than a kid asking for a strawberry handlebar. Carry on, son!
4. If I’m looking like a disheveled mess and/or hobo and need to run errands, I prefer to take Wito so that strangers will assume I look this way from being an overworked parent. Truth is, I probably spent all of my primping time reading Harper’s Bazaar and rearranging my shoe collection.