Random Parental Confessions

I love Yo Gabba Gabba! as much as Charlie does. Usually I don't mind listening to the CD in the car, because we have a great time singing along together. Unfortunately for Charlie, my morning drive to work is reserved for Mike & Mike. In fact, I'm so much of a Mike & Mike junkie that I insisted on watching all four hours of the show while I was in labor at the hospital. That's where I learned that Charlie's birthday present was likely to be brett favrererere. Talk about a crappy present (although, not nearly as crappy as the gift given to TTT's brand new son, Will.I.Am, who got Rand Paul for his birthday yesterday).

Anyway. Charlie asks to listen to "DJ Wance" and YGG! pretty much every time we get in the car. Every morning I tell him that they're still sleeping. Is that mean?

Charlie has had a bit of the sniffles since he woke up on Monday morning. He hasn't had much of an appetite, either. Last night I let him lay on the couch and eat string cheese and drink his orange juice while watching YGG!. I'm normally big on no TV during dinner and eating as a family, but he just looked so sad and pathetic.

Which brings me to this morning. I'm Super Mom and forgot to replenish the car supply of washcloths (we use them instead of tissues). On the way to school this morning he sneezed. One of those sneezes that you know is just baaaaad. I couldn't see his face because it was too dark, but I knew there had to be a giant glob of snot dripping down his face. There was, and he asked me for a tissue. I searched the front seat for a scrap of tissue, maybe a fragment of a napkin leftover from Friday's Dunkin run, but there was nothing. So I grabbed a pair of (clean!) underwear from his school bag and handed it to him. He didn't question me at all, and wiped his face with his undies. Poor kid, it's a good thing none of his friends saw him do it ;)