I'm not as mean as my mom was....
So tonight while the girls are in the tub, they ask me for some curious george soap to play with. This soap looks kinda like shaving cream, or blue whipped cream, so I tell the girls (mostly Alexandra) not to eat it. Riley asks me why and I reply because soap tastes nasty. Riley then asks me how I know soap tastes nasty and I reply because it's soap. She then giggles and says "You know because Grammy made you eat it. She told me so!" Lately one of Riley's favorite things to hear are stories of me misbehaving when I was little. And although my mom has tons to choose from she apparently has told her how she used to make us eat dish soap whenever we were caught lieing or saying not so nice things. Anyway, so I reply to Riley about how mean Grammy was and how I'm not such a mean mommy. She giggles at me and I said "Don't you think Grammy was mean?" She looks at me smugly and says "Yeah, to you!" and then proceeds to giggle again. Apparently ...