Sometimes (rarely), I feel like I have a handle on this whole “parenting” thing. But sometimes I realize just how close to disaster I come. For instance, in the conversation below you will see that if LLF were a little more wily or even just a little older I would have been in for it this morning.
LLF: Baby doll cry!
Me: Oh dear, the baby doll is crying?
Me: What will make him feel better?
There, you see that? You see my gross error in judgement? If LLF had answered: “A cookie. A cookie will make the baby doll feel better, and I will eat it for him.” I would not have given him a cookie, but I would have spent the next half hour explaining over and over why the “baby doll” was not getting a cookie, or a rocket ship, or a box of diapers with only Oscar the Grouch on them.
Phew. That was a close one.