I was reading the "Spanking mom verbally attacked me" thread and I wanted to relate a story to lighten the mood.
About 6 months ago I had one of those moments where my mothering instincts just took over my mouth.
We were at the Children's Museum, walking behind a mom/dad/ds, leaving an exhibit. The boy was having a meltdown and he hit his mother. The mother, slaps the kid across the head and yells, "We don't hit!!!!".
Like I said, it was just my mouth getting the best of me, and (what I thought was under my breath) said, "Yeah, that made sense." When I realized that they heard me, I bolted into the next exhibit to hide.
Dd and I hid for like 15 minutes until I was sure they were gone.
What a wus I am.
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About 6 months ago I had one of those moments where my mothering instincts just took over my mouth.
We were at the Children's Museum, walking behind a mom/dad/ds, leaving an exhibit. The boy was having a meltdown and he hit his mother. The mother, slaps the kid across the head and yells, "We don't hit!!!!".
Like I said, it was just my mouth getting the best of me, and (what I thought was under my breath) said, "Yeah, that made sense." When I realized that they heard me, I bolted into the next exhibit to hide.
Dd and I hid for like 15 minutes until I was sure they were gone.What a wus I am.
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I also hate that counting crap (especially when it's threatening to lead to physical punishment). There has been more than one occasion (which has thoroughly embarrassed my dh) where a mother or father will start that "If I get to 3.... 1....2...." and I'll say, not so quietly "Oh, look, they can count!"
