Don't Tell Dad
Even though we have only been in our new house for only 6 months, we have had our fair share of "don't tell dad" moments. Jono thinks it is good that the children are scared of him, I think it's ironic because I am the strict parent doling out the punishment. Here are some happenings we'd like to share.
Bud is responsible for two "don't tell dad" moments. The first was when he inexplicably climbed under the pingpong table and crawled over the board underneath, snapping it in two. We can no longer prop the table in half and practice hitting against it as a back board. We knew something was wrong when Bud yelled upstairs, "Mom, can you please come down here but don't bring dad?" The next was when he stepped on Rosie's bottom shelf in her closet to reach something high. The shelf cracked. Bud tried to say it was already like that, that he does it all the time in his closet and it never breaks. Again, he begged me not to tell dad.
Rosie knows we have a rule about not climbing out the basement windows to get outside. It is very tempting because the window wells are dug out and rocked. When friends are over and want to do it, it's hard for Rosie to say no. She has tried to sneakily do it, but when she is suddenly outside playing without coming up the stairs, I know what she did. Instead of being afraid of me, she just begs, "Please don't tell dad!"
That is minor compared to what happened in February. Rosie was getting ready to shower and flung her shirt up in the air. It landed on the bathroom lights over her mirror and sink, she didn't notice and was singing loudly in the shower. Later, I finished reading to Coleman in his room when I smelled something burning. I ran down the hall to the stairs, but the smell got fainter. I turned back and could tell it was coming from Rosie's room. By now the shirt was smoking and ready to burst into flames. Rosie still had no idea, even though the bathroom was filled with smoke. I grabbed the shirt, put it in the sink and turned on the water. Rosie cried when she realized what happened, and said "Don't tell dad!" I assured her he would smell the burning and he would know what happened. It was very scary for me to think about what could have happened if I wasn't downstairs at the time. I didn't sleep that night and Rosie still gets scared to talk about it.
Bud is responsible for two "don't tell dad" moments. The first was when he inexplicably climbed under the pingpong table and crawled over the board underneath, snapping it in two. We can no longer prop the table in half and practice hitting against it as a back board. We knew something was wrong when Bud yelled upstairs, "Mom, can you please come down here but don't bring dad?" The next was when he stepped on Rosie's bottom shelf in her closet to reach something high. The shelf cracked. Bud tried to say it was already like that, that he does it all the time in his closet and it never breaks. Again, he begged me not to tell dad.
Rosie knows we have a rule about not climbing out the basement windows to get outside. It is very tempting because the window wells are dug out and rocked. When friends are over and want to do it, it's hard for Rosie to say no. She has tried to sneakily do it, but when she is suddenly outside playing without coming up the stairs, I know what she did. Instead of being afraid of me, she just begs, "Please don't tell dad!"
That is minor compared to what happened in February. Rosie was getting ready to shower and flung her shirt up in the air. It landed on the bathroom lights over her mirror and sink, she didn't notice and was singing loudly in the shower. Later, I finished reading to Coleman in his room when I smelled something burning. I ran down the hall to the stairs, but the smell got fainter. I turned back and could tell it was coming from Rosie's room. By now the shirt was smoking and ready to burst into flames. Rosie still had no idea, even though the bathroom was filled with smoke. I grabbed the shirt, put it in the sink and turned on the water. Rosie cried when she realized what happened, and said "Don't tell dad!" I assured her he would smell the burning and he would know what happened. It was very scary for me to think about what could have happened if I wasn't downstairs at the time. I didn't sleep that night and Rosie still gets scared to talk about it.
My moment of panic about telling Jono something happening soon after moving in. Our driveway is narrow and curved, making it difficult to back out of. After hitting the curb, and once going up over it, I finally mastered it. Luckily, I usually don't back out, I turn around in the driveway and go out straight. I park in the double sided garage, Jono parks in the single. It's a little tricky to manuver because we have a giant pine tree in our driveway. My "uh-oh" moment came when I tried to park in the single garage space and scraped the van against the side of the house. We have since sold the van, but the stucco mark reminds us daily of my mishap.
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