Monday, July 2, 2018
I think Im making my kid neurotic
I think Im making my kid neurotic

But this year has been....disappointing. Weve had all of 1/4 inch of snow since October. Maybe.
So when I woke up to snow this morning, I was so excited to get Little Spaghetti out into it. Hes been pretty excited the two times he has seen snow so far, so I was just grinning thinking about how cute he was going to be when he looked out into the yard.
"Look! Look!" I said to him, "SNOW!"
He looked out the window, looked back at me and said definitively, "Poop."
"What?" I said, utterly confused by the fact that he wasnt just giddy over the snow like I was.
"Poop!" he replied, insistently. "Poop!" He pointed out the sliding glass door.
Sure enough, there on the pretty white ground, the dog had left a little brown present for us.
"Yeah, yeah, ok. I see. Jackie pooped. But look at the snow!"
"Poop," he said. "Accident. Mama! Help!"
And that was all hed say. Over and over. Until I went outside and picked up the poop.
As I was out in the freezing snow, wallowing in my disappointment while I retrieved the poop, I reflected on what had happened. Im a big enough person to admit that he *might* get a few of these tendencies from me. He likes things to be just right. He doesnt like to be dirty. He makes me wipe his hands while hes eating. He picks up little fuzzes of the ground and proudly brings them to me. He goes to other peoples houses and asks for a tissue...so he can dust their furniture.
My conclusion? I might be making my kid neurotic, but if thats the worst thing I do in this great parenting experiment, then I think Im doing alright.
*Just to be clear, when I say neurotic, I mean it in the light-hearted Urban Dictionary way, not the clinical or disordered Websters way. I dont actually think my kid suffers from diagnosable neuroses. Thanks for the concern, though.*
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