There are a lot of reasons why you have children: to experience unconditional love, to nurture and shape a human being’s life, to make the world a better place, to create a child star that can take care of you in your old age. Like I said, a lot of reasons to have kids.
Another great reason to procreate is to have someone to blame things on. The house is a mess? Blame it on the kids. You didn’t have time to make dinner? Blame it on the kids. You’re still in your pajamas at 3 o’clock in the afternoon? Blame it on the kids. Let a little “toot” slip that leaves a lingering smell? Blame it on the kids. After all, that’s why you had them.
I recently learned the hard way that the blame game gets a little more difficult as your kids learn to talk.
Lucy, Sam and I were playing in their room when I may have accidentally let a little one slip.
Sam said “Oo-cy!” (He’s working on his L’s.)
I giggled. Oh let Lucy take the blame for that one, I thought. She can’t tell anyone any different.
Or so I thought.
Lucy stopped and looked at me. She looked at Sam, and then back at me. Her brow furrowed as she stared into my eyes. “No!” she said as she lifted her finger to point at me. “MOMMY!”
Busted by my 20 month old daughter.
Lesson learned. From now on all flatulence will be blamed on the cats.
