Monday, June 14, 2010

I'm not even kidding - Mean Mom

When I mentioned that we still had a couple dozen oatmeal cookies left in the JUMBO container that Mr. Daddy bought…

 

cookies

…this man of mine looked me dead in the eye and accused me of

not giving our bouncing off the walls super hyper energetic 4-year old enough cookies.

 

I’m not even kidding.

14 comments:

Tiffany said...

Grrr... then he gets to try to put him down for a nap tomorrow!

Shana said...

Ha! Then I would be sure to tell him (sorry Mr Daddy) to be sure every time he has him to give him plenty of cookies lol.

Foursons said...

Cookies don't last in my house long enough to be put into a cookie jar. They go straight from the cooling rack to our mouths.

Pam said...

Can I say "its a man thing" and get a way with it? LOL

Buckeroomama said...

Every time my husband feeds the kiddies M&Ms (or other junk), he's in charge of them when they become their "kids will be kids" selves.

Kmama said...

LOL I actually probably eat more of the cookies than my kids do. ;-)

Mr. Daddy said...

sheesh, give the kid a break already...LOL

Adrienne said...

Our house is the same as fourson's rack to mouth instantly ...But I can't believe you would deprive that baby of cookies.

K- floortime lite mama said...

well its oatmeal afterall
that is practically health food

LOL

the Spocks said...

I don't make cookies. We buy them at the store. However, this week I will be making cookies and cupcakes. I think we are too addicted to cookies when my 2 year brings me a cookbook and tells me, she is going to make cookies.

Those cookies look so goood.

Miss. Jinny said...

Oh men they don't even know lol

Bits-n-Pieces said...

tell him that you were saving them for when HE gets to stay home alone with the 4yr old!!

Stacy said...

My dad routinely tells me that I am too strict with our kids. I am right there with ya...a mean mom!

semicrunchymama said...

Yeah, like Julie, most cookies I bake never have a chance to make it to the cookie jar. We're bad like that!

My solution: Tell Mr. Daddy that he can give Itty Bit all the cookie he wants, then you head out the door for a well-deserved girl's night out. And then don't come home until long after Itty Bit's bedtime!