March 7, 2009

I Keep Telling Myself It's Not a Contest

Our oldest son is in kindergarten. We've never had a kid in school before so there's all this stuff you have to learn about ways parents must interact with the school culture, the teachers, rules and regs, etc.

One of the nifty things we've had over the last few weeks is "Moms and Muffins" and "Dads and Donuts" where the kids bring in a parent to participate in the hedonist ritual of sugaring up first thing in the morning. Then at the peak of the sugar high the parents get to thankfully leave the children in the care of the teacher who must then deal with the repercussions. (Anyone who says the sugar thing with kids is a myth is in on a vast conspiracy perpetrated by sugar producers.)

When I went to "Moms and Muffins" I was really delighted by it all. I got this gorgeous long-stemmed rose and a hand-drawn card with a cute questionnaire on the inside that was filled out by Julius and answered questions like "How old is your mom?" (100!) and "How tall is your mother?" (almost as tall as me) and "What is her favorite food?" (rice). My kid SO does not know me.

And then today was "Dads and Donuts" and it was pretty much the same routine without the long-stemmed rose. Dad got a cool hand-drawn card and the funny questionnaire except Rob's was not funny since Julius got everything right except his age. He is also 100 apparently.

But here is where it all went wrong. Where it goes wrong is when you compare the cards side by side. It becomes very obvious instantly that he loves his dad and he hates me. I will illustrate this below.

Here is the front of Rob's card:

There you see our adorable little yellow house with the green roof sitting up on a hill with bats coming out of the chimney. This is close to real life except for the hill and the bats. Doesn't it look idyllic and lovely?

And even more touching is the back:

Here you see two smiling humans, Loving Dad and Beatific Son, walking through the black night. Dad has a big flashlight and guides them through the darkness. (The little red bits in front of the flashlight are lightning bugs.) See how they are holding hands? So precious. This is a drawing of an occasional ritual Rob and Julius have where they take a big flashlight and go "armadillo hunting" which consists of them sneaking around in the backyard to see if they can spy armadillos digging worms out of the ground. It doesn't involve any actual predatory behavior directed at the local wildlife.

Moving on to Mom's card we begin to see a shift in attitude. See below:

See the big black rain clouds? See the heavy sheets of rain that come down from the big black rain clouds? See the big menacing lightning bolts coming from the clouds? See the one special little cloud hanging over the person at the bottom? I said, "Julius, is that me?" He looked me like I was stupid and then said, "No, it's ME."

See how the rain cloud pours 826 gallons per minute onto my son's head and then as if that's not enough see how that one cloud has its own special little lightning bolt that strikes my child in the side of the neck so hard that his whole body is enveloped in an aura of gold electricity?

Yeah, that's my sons interpretation of his relationship with his mom.

I'm gonna go eat about eight chocolate eclairs now.


  1. Okay, I noticed and laughed about the card when you posted it on muffin day...I gave it the positive spin in the rain or something *L*
    Once again...TOOOOOOOO funny!

  2. awwwww :( although I can recall times my relationship with my mother was stormy lol I laughed through this whole post but then I was sad at the end :(

  3. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Perfect start to my morning.

    Welcome to the group. My first clue came when they all said "daddy" long before they said "mommy."

    Don't fret. It will, gulp, get better.

  4. Neen, well I did pause, but didn't really put a lot of thought into it til I saw his dad's card. Sheesh.

    Aw, Kathy, it's okay. I just need to be less of a yeller. Type-A control freaks shouldn't raise children. LOL.

    MJ... my youngest son's first word was "dog". He said "pteradactyl" before he said mom. How's that for an "ouch"?

    The other day I was at daycare and one of the mom's was saying, "Wow, my daughter wants to spend so much more time with me since I got my herbal treatment the other weekend..." Okay, I want whatever she got. LOL.

    Hey, let's all go!

  5. I laughed and laughed! That's just way too funny.

    Sometimes its good to be a dad. We gotta win sometimes!

  6. Seriously, Wendy, I love reading your blogs - you are the funniest person I know!

    I love you!

  7. Barry, oh you men just have to stick together don't you??

    Tati, no way -- Alison is way funnier, but I'm happy to be the second funniest person you know! :)

  8. Awwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!! My eldest's favorites when he was a baby, in order, were my husband, my dad (who lived with us for awhile), and then me, you know, as an afterthought. He only wants me when he's sick. Still.

    My youngest though...yeah, I'm his whole world.

  9. Just wait a couple of years. I have a feeling the theme of those cards will turn around...

  10. Reminds me of a "Everybody Loves Raymond" episode where one of the kids depicts his family at school as "The Angry Family".

    When our sons are playing with their dad (my husband), they'll say, "Go work in the kitchen, Mom." Or, "Go sit at your computer."

    Funny, funny post. Loved it!

  11. Oh, that is about the funniest thing I have seen in awhile! And so true! My son worships my husband even though I am the one who does EVERYTHING around here for him! Kids...

  12. I was showing this to my husband last night. He asked, "Don't you remember being the dot?" Ohhh, I HAD forgotten, though I was devastated at the time. In second grade our youngest son drew a family portrait. House, sunshine, birds, daddy, brother, grandma, grandpa...even the dang dog. Where was mommy? I was DOT...way down in the corner *L*

  13. Well, I feel better that it's not just me. :) (Also I feel better that I'm not a black dot. LOL)

    Sorry, Neen. Heh.

  14. My three year old today said I was 100 as well. I am switching my sons to a different preschool next year and they are having moms with muffins and dads w/donuts too. Now you have me scared. Perhaps they won't let them draw pictures at their school. love your blog.

  15. I think maybe they should ban ALL drawings for kids under eight. It's too risky. :) Good luck with your muffin and donut days!!

  16. That was one of the funniest things I've read in I can go to bed.

  17. I am laughing my ASS off right now. (And thinking about how I can do this NEXT YEAR in kindergarten. in Oregon.


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