In Bitches, on the topic of small children's bad dreams, Trudy Booth sets it up:
I guess that's how the sleeping brain expresses anxiety before you've gone to High School.
Miracleman knocks it down:
...and after you've gone, the anxiety is expressed as...bad poetry and poor fashion decisions.
Cass, discovering that the cilantro hate starts early:
Was grabbing a quick dinner tonight with P and the no-longer-baby-because-she's-nearly-three and she was happily nom nom nomming guacamole until her face just had a look of betrayal and she stuck out her tongue. With a piece of cilantro on it. It was like 1 out of ten Buffista arguments, right there. She, it seems, is nay on cilantro. I did not ask if it tasted like soap because ... well, because not laughing was the most I could really manage apart from taking the icky cilantro away.
Kristen in b'crazy, because truthiness.
Awesome. The Fiery Thread of Death will live 4EVAH!
ETA: It's been a sucktastic month. I will take my victories where I can.
I just came across this gem of Buffista parenting way back in Natter and had to COMM(A) it:
I found out my daughter's class is covering forces and gravity. I was trying to tell how gravity is really cool and is the warping of time and space. I also tried telling how time slows down for observers in higher gravity. She seemed really unimpressed by all this. I did tell her to stick with the class answer of 'force that attracts objects to each other' rather than 'warping of space-time' on any tests.
erikaj: But I'm part Irish-American with a tortured soul and a psycho family
Shir: Oh, I'm just Jewish. I guess that's pretty much wraps it up the same.