Stupid Things Mothers Say
If you’re a mother it is inevitable that you will on occasion find yourself saying the stupidest things. Blame it on lack of sleep, hormones, pre-coffee syndrome, genetics–whatever, but it happens. The other morning I was picking up after my family in the kitchen when I went off.
“Whose plate is this? Why is this plate here? Who do you think is going to pick it up? The Plate Fairy?”
The Plate Fairy? Seriously? I said that. And you can’t take back that kind of stupidity. You just have to accept your punishment. This time my daughter meted out the perfect response to my ridiculous question:
“Plate Fairy – that’d be cool.”
by Lela Davidson on June 4, 2010
in motherhood
It may be silly but I believe in the meat fairy – or atleast that’s what I tell people when they ask if I want to go on a tour of a kill plant…
My sister asked last weekend, “DeNae, how many times a day do you say to one of your kids, ‘Hey! Get out of the oven! I mean it!’? Because for me it’s right around thirty.”
On the other hand, on that same weekend I had to tell my 23 year old son that it wasn’t nice to call his sister the Whore of Babylon.
Our kids make us say these things. It’s not our fault.
Back when I was growing up, my mother said something similar. “Whose father is this lying in the kitchen floor? How did he get there?” Mom was full of questions. She never asked if I thought the father fairy was going to pick up dear old dad, but eventually the social workers came around. It was kind of cool.