Mean Mom

I was relating this story to my friend Amanda yesterday and she urged me to write about it on my blog to share with all of you. 

A few weeks ago I asked Moira to clean her room. (OK, I was nagging her. I get more response out of a brick wall sometimes.) She came and sat on the couch and watched me wipe down the living room floor. Out of the blue she says, "I think you're mean." I wanted to bust out laughing, but I kept a straight face and asked her why she thought I was mean. She informed me that I was mean because I made her clean her room even when she didn't want to. She told me that when she grew up she would never be mean like me and make her kids clean their rooms. Yeah right! We'll just wait and see about that.

Another time while I was pregnant with Liam, Kyla had pulled all of the magnets off of the fridge and tossed them all under the kitchen table. I wanted to mop the floor so I asked Moira if she could please crawl under the table and get the magnets for me. After she had picked them up she said to me in the nicest possible way, "I feel just like Cinderella!"