I’m an evil mommy.
I won’t let Ella adopt (as in bring inside) dirt cods. Rocks, yes. Dirt clods, no.
I won’t let her stick keys into electrical sockets. I just won’t.
Sometimes I have to pee. I don’t even ask to do that alone anymore, I have learned… but sometimes I need to sit down and do that.
I have hidden a few of her books that drive me nuts. I feel no remorse.
I washed her blanket. It apparently smells different (clean) and she is regarding it with distrust while crying.
I won’t let her climb into the dishwasher. I know it looks like fun. I know. And yet…
I won’t let her put pebbles into her mouth. Also crayons. Also cat liter.
I won’t let her tie ropes, ribbons, sashes, scarves, belts or anything else around her neck. Clearly she has a death wish fashion sense and I am stifling it.
Yep. Pure evil.
|The adorable little face I can still say “no” to.|