[doug]I donâ€™t think Iâ€™m a bad parent, but recent experience has shown me that, without mothers, most children would never live to see their third birthday. Let me explain a couple of incidents that happened with NaNi this week:
Incident 1: I took all the kids, including Naomi (NaNi), Motherâ€™s Day shopping at Wal*Mart Saturday night. The trip actually went pretty well, and the boysâ€™ behavior was not-as-bad-as-usual-while-shopping. On the way out to the car, we started down a small incline, and NaNiâ€™s car seat (with her inside), flipped off of the shopping cart, and she landed face-down (but without a scratch, because she was securely fastened in a 5-point safety harness) on the mulch in an island we were adjacent to.
In the moment afterward, the entire cart flipped over, dumping David, who was riding it, and our merchandise to the ground. No one was harmed, although NaNi cried for about 60 seconds.
Now, I was certain that I had attached NaNiâ€™s seat to the shopping cart—but Nichelle (a Mom), wouldnâ€™t have stopped there: She would have attached the seat, listened for the click of the latch attaching, tried to pull the seat off to verify it was secured, asked 3 people to try the same, and probably avoided the slightest incline when navigating back to the car.
Incident 2: Last night, I was watching the kids while Nichelle went to ladiesâ€™ Bible study and then grocery shopping. When Nichelle got home, NaNi spit up, and Nichelle asked me, â€œHow is it that NaNi was eating brown paper?â€ (Oddly enough, I didnâ€™t get â€œThe Look,â€ which husbands and children everywhere fear.) Somehow the little weaselette had torn a 1-inch long piece of cardboard off a big box David was playing with, and swallowed it. She did this while being watched by me, and in the presence of both David and Isaac!
You may now go about the process of organizing the lynch mob â€¦