Sometimes you do something as a parent, and then experience immediate regret. Today I showed the ball of fire how to use a computer mouse.
Ugh.
We've watched the preview for Happy Feet 14 times. That's an actual number, not an estimate. I started counting after the fourth time.
We're not a gamming family so he's never played a computer game, or an XBox. But he's very interested in the computer so I thought it wouldn't hurt.
I realized my error last night when he clicked on the Dora the Explorer game, yet again, and refused to get off the computer. My e-mail jones was starting to rip me in two and I NEEDED to get on Yahoo.
I suggested another game, Hungry Hippos. Not interested.
I suggested food, his favorite pirate snacks. He replied with a curt, "No thanks."
I recommended a book to consider and again, rebuffed.
Finally I said, "Son, mommy needs to get on the computer now." And in a perfect imitation of the hubby, he replied, "You can get on later, when I'm finished."
Curse you Al Gore and your evil Internet!
2 comments:
There may come a time, my friend, when you find that everyone needs their own internet. Mothers feel your pain. I am technologically ignorant but have found myself residing over a home that has multiple computers networked together so everyone can be on the world wide web at the same time. This, I know, is not recommended in Dr. Spock's directives on how to raise your child, but I always figured he didn't know my child.
I was borrowing links from Jane's site, and since Bitchypoo, I've not been sucked into a blog so much that I read past the first couple of entries of anyone's journal before I just add them and read the entries they post after the fact.
:)
Hi, I'm April, and I'm married to Kevin, mother of Lexie (4, and quite "ball of fire"ish, herself), and human parent to a furball cat and sproingy dog.
Nice to meetcha.
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