I can’t let my daughter put her car window down. Being in a car with her, period, is an experience all on it’s own. First she begs me for twenty minutes before we get into the car to let her ride on the floor in the back of my car. Just on the floor. I say no and she says, “It’s okay ‘cuz it’s a secret.” Still no. I finally get her in her car seat she tells me she has to take the seat belt off because the belt is hurting her entire body. Once we get through that dramatic fiasco, she begs me to roll down the window. I roll it down. You may ask yourself, why not give the child some fresh air, right? At first she looks super cute. She’s got this huge smile on her face, her hair is blowing in the wind, she looks so sweet and like a giddy puppy. Then she starts in with “Put the window down, Mommy.” “No, not down all the way, open it halfway.” “No, not halfway, just up enough so I can put my hand out.” Then she sticks her leg out.
The whole window being open turns into a nightmare and quite frankly dangerous as I can’t have her hanging her leg out the window, so I panic. I make a frustrated sound and say, “Oh sweetie, something’s happening to the window, oh no, look, it’s closing!” I’m so sorry, my love, it seems to have broken.
For the next five minutes, she keeps asking if the window is still broken and I say, “Yeah, honey, sorry,” and keep driving until we pull up to a red light where an elderly woman motions for me to roll down my window to ask me a question. If I open it to answer her then Sunny will know I was lying about the window or at worst think it has miraculously fixed itself so I decide that I just have to turn up my music and pretend I don’t notice this nice woman next to me now honking her horn trying to get my attention to ask me a question. Do I think she’s lost or needs directions? The point is I’ll never know because I’m just staring straight ahead as Sunny keeps staring at this woman who seems to be yelling toward our car. Tough luck, lady, I can’t help you, my window is broken.
I look at it as saving certain parts of her body. Hey, it works, and she’s safe.
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Why not just say “no”?
last year i pretended to call santa to tell him how naughty my daughter was being. she continued doing whatever it was she was doing, so i rang the movie-phone guy and began my faux conversation. within the third or fourth sentence, she informed me she wanted to talk to him to tell him her side. she was almost 5, so by my estimate, you have until your kids are almost 5 before this doesnt work any longer. either that, or i need to learn how to lie better…
I do this too! Its so bad …but my dad does a really good Micky Mouse impression and so I always call him and ask for Mickey hahaha.
my parents used to tell me that if i leaned on the railings, etc I’d get electrocuted. goodness…
i told my little cousin that if he doesn’t wash his hands after using the restroom . . big fungus monsters will grow all over his hands . . he ran straight back to the restroom
I tell my future cousin in-laws (my fiance’s aunt is ten years younger than his mother and her kids are only 5-7ish) that they can’t touch the wires to the gaming consoles because they’ll “get electrocuted”. In reality I just don’t want them messing up the wires whenever I babysit them.
That is hilarious! I love the name Sunny!
I did the old “good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite” routine the other night and afterward my daughter laughingly said “there’s no such thing as bed bugs mommy!” When I didn’t answer immediately she got more urgent in asking until I said with a bit too much enthusiasm”of course not! ha ha ha!” I walked away from her room thinking that what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her… for now.
I too tell my older daughter that the windows in the car are broken….I also tell her that chocolate milk comes from brown cows, I’m 20, and hat her favorite stuffed animal turned into a butterfly and flew away to be with our recently passed family member…when in actuality she threw it out of her stroller and he ended up in he sewer drain. And there was no coming back from that.
This is great!