I reduced my mother to hysterics this evening by telling her about the adventures of my precocious 19-month old son. Was she laughing because he has a new found fondness for drinking out of the cat’s water bowl? Or for filling up a cup from his play kitchen from the water cooler and then dumping it out (sometimes, on a cat)? Or from his penchant of opening up cupboards known to be forbidden to look for cookies and fishes? Or one of the hundreds of cute and funny things he does or says everyday? No, she lost it over something *I* did.
Will had his first “time out” yesterday. I took him to his room and explained: “Will, we are here in time out because you did not listen to Mommy.”
My mother heard this and broke into laughter. I let her laugh and continued with the story.
“Please, Will, do not make your Mother crazy. Listen to Mommy.”
At this, she went into complete hysterics. “I’ve waited so long… SO LONG… to hear you say those words!” she said.
So I guess this is it: nothing makes parents happier than watching their children be driven crazy by their grandchildren. Maybe that’s why grandparents so adore grandkids. They see them as vehicles of revenge.
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