Tonight after trying and failing to actually eat a full meal (this is a regular occurrence in my house. Mom sits down next to toddler and tries to shovel AS MUCH food in her face as she can because in 5 minutes the toddler is going to freak out, climb out of his booster seat and sit on mom’s lap and pick at her food even though he‘s eating the exact same thing. After 5 minutes he tires and run‘s off leaving mom with a plate of food that‘s been mushed around, partly chewed and spat out, or flung around.) I was scraping my plate into the garbage when said toddler runs up to me, goes down on all fours with his head down, make this weird mammoth sound, screams, jumps to his feet and does three circles and runs out of the kitchen. I mutter after him “man you’re a little freak” and right as I’m done shaking my head I think, “oh god I just called my kid a freak, I’m pretty sure I saw some wonder mother’s online blog about how we’re only supposed to give our children supportive words and never show them any disgust or dismay in their odd behaviour. I might have scarred him for life into thinking he’s different and weird which might lead to teenage depression and thousands of dollars in counselling bills.
… then I think to myself “well he was born into THIS family that’s the best he’s gonna get when he’s acting like a deranged animal.”