Suburban Bliss is so totally right. Summer vacation is a time for children to laugh and play and have fun, unless, you happen to be my kids. If you happen to belong to me you have inherited the anti-kid gene - the total inability to entertain yourself, to act like and behave like a child. I suspect that it is a combination of television, lack of school and being too entertained and directed by me for too long. When we moved up here we believed we were moving to kid heaven - two acres of woods and forest to play in, completely safe. Instead, when we push them out the door to play they stand there wailing and crying that there's nothing to do and "it's boring". My gosh - what is that about? There is also bicycles, ride-on cars, a trampoline, chickens and chicks. What the heck? When i was a child we spent hours and hours outside playing in the woods, on the road, on the trampoline. It was nothing but fun.
What is the problem with my kids? Why do they hate me?
Posted by Jess at 08:44 AM Permalink
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