Let the dog in!

This week’s writing suggestion from Absolutely Bananas is to finish this sentence: I’m your mother, not your ________.

And what do I always end up saying? Well, here’s what I’m trying to tell Kid that I’m not:

OK. Maybe I don’t actually say, “I’m your mother, not your MINJIAO!!!” But if I knew that word before today, I am sure I would have used it.

It would happen right after Kid would stretch her long arms up and sweetly say, “Mommy, will you carry meeeeeeee?”

Which happens after school, at the park, and in the kitchen.

See, I used to be her minjiao, so I can understand her confusion. But that was a good 20 lbs ago. Her weight, people, not mine. You know, when she was a toddler. We’re all minjiaos then for our kids, right?

Really, the one you should feel sorry for is not me, it’s Dog. Because Kid is trying to sign her up as the minjiao now. Too bad they weigh about the same. And Dog has bigger teeth.