Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Where do babies come from . . .

"Costco" - Superego, age 8 and Ego, age 7.

This was the response given in front of a room full of Rotarians. The story as to how that question got asked will have to wait for another day, but lets just say that my children did not skip a beat with their answer. And when asked the follow-up question "How do you know that?" The response - "My Mommy and Daddy and the Costco lady told me".

I encourage all of you to use this tactic with your 16 year old children. If you say it enough times, it must be true.

To explain myself . . . when the children are annoying me and my husband, we tell them that they can be returned to Costco. We get everything else from Costco, and that is where we carefully selected them as well. But, if they are naughty, we can take them back and exchange them. Costco does have a very generous exchange policy.

To further back up our story . . . the day before the infamous quote heard around Rotary, I had taken the Ego and her sister the Id to Costco. The Ego was sitting in the cart with a pile of groceries surrounding her. When we left the warehouse the woman checked our receipt and said "is she on the receipt as well?" And I, of course, said to the Ego "see, they do sell children at Costco". And, as timing would have it, the lady at Costco had no idea she was now part of our web of lies.

I will again thank my mother for this wonderful parenting tactic. When I was growing up we didn't have Costco, so it was an orphanage truck that was going to come and pick me up. My sister gave my mother a similar public humiliation when she wrote about the orphanage truck for a French assignment in high school.

The lesson today, torturing your children with these "white lies" will come back to bite you and in very public ways. The more important lesson, these "lies" can lead to some of the funniest moments of your life that you will relive over and over again!

As always, enjoy your kids and the humor that they bring to your life! :)

1 comment:

  1. When Georgia was about 3 yrs old, she was a "bolter". Sean one day carefully explained to her that she used to have brothers and sisters and they ended up lost and now she was an only child. She clung to me for weeks! And she never "bolted" away from us again!