Thursday, April 14, 2005
When is a good offense a very, very bad defense?
When it comes from a 3-year old.
Over the years, I've noticed a tendency among some members of the opposite sex to lash out when the women in their lives offer them an opportunity for self-improvement in the form of constructive feedback. If you're hoping for a few sordid stories, you'll be disappointed. The details are unimportant. The point is that I'm awed by the ability of some people to launch an attack at precisely the moment when I'd be back on my heels overanalyzing what I'd done wrong and stammering out some form of an apology. But then again, I'm such a girl.
Last night, when Max was an hour past tired, he began to work himself into a frenzy. These are the circumstances under which the living beings in our house are most likely to get hurt. Max had already hit me once, and I had admonished him to control himself or else.
I was trying to wrestle a new diaper and PJs onto Max's writhing body, when he suddenly threw the discarded diaper, slapping me in my face. It hurt, and I was livid. Spitting with anger, I told Max in no uncertain terms that his behavior was completely unacceptable.
With defiant non-chalance, he replied, "Well, you were supposed to duck."
Over the years, I've noticed a tendency among some members of the opposite sex to lash out when the women in their lives offer them an opportunity for self-improvement in the form of constructive feedback. If you're hoping for a few sordid stories, you'll be disappointed. The details are unimportant. The point is that I'm awed by the ability of some people to launch an attack at precisely the moment when I'd be back on my heels overanalyzing what I'd done wrong and stammering out some form of an apology. But then again, I'm such a girl.
Last night, when Max was an hour past tired, he began to work himself into a frenzy. These are the circumstances under which the living beings in our house are most likely to get hurt. Max had already hit me once, and I had admonished him to control himself or else.
I was trying to wrestle a new diaper and PJs onto Max's writhing body, when he suddenly threw the discarded diaper, slapping me in my face. It hurt, and I was livid. Spitting with anger, I told Max in no uncertain terms that his behavior was completely unacceptable.
With defiant non-chalance, he replied, "Well, you were supposed to duck."
1 Comments:
There you go again, setting yourself up for hurt and blaming it on the men in your life...;-)
Melanie, that boy is just too quick-witted. Between you being supposed to duck, and you "generously sharing" your cake the other day, he's got an impressive talent for the quick retort.
Good luck!
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