Putting the W in Wuss
We caved. The hubby and I. We are useless parental figures when it comes to giving into the kiddo when he wants something half way educational or learning.
Case in point. Saturday afternoon. We were attempting to pawn off the fish tank of our youth. With all the equipment we'd had lying around since college in memory of the great Molly and Fancy Guppy tanks we cherished through college. But it didn't sell. And we still can't part with them. And the kid--a smart cookie--caught on.
And being the saps that we are, in a fit of requests, we caved, and the kid got some "fishies." With our very own fish tank.
Yes, I realize the ridiculousness of letting a three and a half year old get a fish tank--but hey, this is the same kid that has his very own computer. So, in the grand scheme of things, this is a slightly better choice to spoil him with. And the tank? Well, it is a small one (yes, I am justifying our purchase) with only goldfish and a few tetra neons (and oh, okay, a Betta. A fish that both my husband and I are fond of). And we even set up the tank in his room. The one he won't quite stay in all night long. Yet.
So there you have it. We are wussy parents. We give in the the kid's whims as much as we give in to our own. And now he has a fish tank. And it is the first and last thing he's talked about for the last 2 days. So, as any parent with the same disease would say, "It worked." He's learning and enjoying it. We did our job.
Speaking of which, I gotta run. There are now 8 more mouths to feed this morning, and I don't help out, the kid will feed the dust mites on the floor instead.
Case in point. Saturday afternoon. We were attempting to pawn off the fish tank of our youth. With all the equipment we'd had lying around since college in memory of the great Molly and Fancy Guppy tanks we cherished through college. But it didn't sell. And we still can't part with them. And the kid--a smart cookie--caught on.
And being the saps that we are, in a fit of requests, we caved, and the kid got some "fishies." With our very own fish tank.
Yes, I realize the ridiculousness of letting a three and a half year old get a fish tank--but hey, this is the same kid that has his very own computer. So, in the grand scheme of things, this is a slightly better choice to spoil him with. And the tank? Well, it is a small one (yes, I am justifying our purchase) with only goldfish and a few tetra neons (and oh, okay, a Betta. A fish that both my husband and I are fond of). And we even set up the tank in his room. The one he won't quite stay in all night long. Yet.
So there you have it. We are wussy parents. We give in the the kid's whims as much as we give in to our own. And now he has a fish tank. And it is the first and last thing he's talked about for the last 2 days. So, as any parent with the same disease would say, "It worked." He's learning and enjoying it. We did our job.
Speaking of which, I gotta run. There are now 8 more mouths to feed this morning, and I don't help out, the kid will feed the dust mites on the floor instead.
