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Mrs. Manson part Deux - For those who need a laugh
I wrote a post about my daughter's fascination for "torturing" goldfishes last year. I'm starting to think it's more of a genetic trait...
We went shopping today for my daughter's "reward" for getting top scores in her mastery tests. She asked for some Sea Monkeys, and so we got her some. It's actually a good exercise for following instructions and responsibility. Granted that she's already got fish that she never forgets to feed everyday, the Sea Monkeys make her feel like she owns these babies and that she doesn't need to "share it" with her brothers.
So, she set it up and was brimming with anticipation in seeing how it would turn out. She'd read and re-read the instructions; made sure that the water was at the right temperature, decided where to place the little aquarium like container and all that jazz. Enter one little brother, curious about the whole thing. At first he was just watching and observing, then he inched closer and closer. A little later on when something was added, he asked:
"What's that, Mommy?"
"They're you're Atchi's [older sister's] Sea Monkeys"
"A Sea Monkey?!"
"Yes, a Sea Monkey. But they don't eat bananas, so don't get any ideas..."
He nodded, as if he fully understood what I was implying. I settled and decided to clear out some stuff in the junk drawer when I felt the need to check up on him again. He was still staring at the container and looked at me. "Mommy?"
"Yes?"
"Can I hold it?"
"Well, you better ask your Atchi" Out of curiosity, I asked him why he wanted to hold it.
"So I can shake it and make them all dizzy and puke"
I face-palmed myself loudly. Oiveh... My daughter comes rushing in, all aghast with what she's heard and in the most authoritative voice a 6 year old can muster says: "You can't do that to the Sea Monkeys! They're living creatures! They have feelings! How would you feel if I put you in a container of water and started shaking you until you puked?! That's not right! You have to be responsible and caring!"
I looked at my daughter and smiled. I gave her almost the same lecture last time. I grinned smugly and thought to myself, "Well, apparently I can curb this violent psychotic streak amongst my kids. It's genetic, obviously - the need to kill some living thing, but it can be harnessed. Yay, me! I rock!"
We went shopping today for my daughter's "reward" for getting top scores in her mastery tests. She asked for some Sea Monkeys, and so we got her some. It's actually a good exercise for following instructions and responsibility. Granted that she's already got fish that she never forgets to feed everyday, the Sea Monkeys make her feel like she owns these babies and that she doesn't need to "share it" with her brothers.
So, she set it up and was brimming with anticipation in seeing how it would turn out. She'd read and re-read the instructions; made sure that the water was at the right temperature, decided where to place the little aquarium like container and all that jazz. Enter one little brother, curious about the whole thing. At first he was just watching and observing, then he inched closer and closer. A little later on when something was added, he asked:
"What's that, Mommy?"
"They're you're Atchi's [older sister's] Sea Monkeys"
"A Sea Monkey?!"
"Yes, a Sea Monkey. But they don't eat bananas, so don't get any ideas..."
He nodded, as if he fully understood what I was implying. I settled and decided to clear out some stuff in the junk drawer when I felt the need to check up on him again. He was still staring at the container and looked at me. "Mommy?"
"Yes?"
"Can I hold it?"
"Well, you better ask your Atchi" Out of curiosity, I asked him why he wanted to hold it.
"So I can shake it and make them all dizzy and puke"
I face-palmed myself loudly. Oiveh... My daughter comes rushing in, all aghast with what she's heard and in the most authoritative voice a 6 year old can muster says: "You can't do that to the Sea Monkeys! They're living creatures! They have feelings! How would you feel if I put you in a container of water and started shaking you until you puked?! That's not right! You have to be responsible and caring!"
I looked at my daughter and smiled. I gave her almost the same lecture last time. I grinned smugly and thought to myself, "Well, apparently I can curb this violent psychotic streak amongst my kids. It's genetic, obviously - the need to kill some living thing, but it can be harnessed. Yay, me! I rock!"
