Not great expectations

Sometimes, just when you think you have this parenting thing down, one of your children will make sure you snap out of that nonsense right away.

Me – talking to the boy: Allergies are going to be bad again today.  My hair spray nozzle is clogged.

Boy: Ok, I’ll make sure I take some allergy stuff.

Me: I’ll grab you one when I get mine.  Do you have a preference? (None of the allergy medication we have actually works, but we take it to make the person who it bought happy – Ed.)

Boy: No preference.  Whichever you want.

Isn’t that a pretty pollen?

Girl, whom NO ONE was talking to because she doesn’t have allergies: What did you say about hairspray?

Me: The nozzle is clogged, allergies are going to be bad today.

Girl: You think you’re allergies are going to be bad because your hair spray nozzle is clogged?  (EYE ROLL)

Me: Yes, that’s how it works.  (I’m not going to explain my scientific methods to her because she’ll just ridicule me.  I’m sure that’s how Galileo felt.)

Girl: How in the world am I supposed to grow up normal????????

That’s just it . . . she’s not going to grow up normal.  I never thought she was, she’s mine.  I have no idea why she thought it.  Where does she get this stuff from?  Maybe we need to cut back on watching TV because it seems to be giving her unrealistic expectations about her life . . .