"Your body is the first thing any child of man ever wanted. Therefore dispose yourself to be loved, to be wanted, to be available. Be there for them with a vengeance. Be a gracious, bending woman. Incline your ear, your heart, your hands to them.... To be a Mother is to be the sacrament - the effective symbol - of place. Mothers do not make homes, they are our home." from Bed and Board, Robert Farrar Capon

Monday, March 19, 2012

Have a Little Mercy

We were driving on our way to Costco when I heard a scream from the back
seat. The conversation went something like this...

Mom: What was that?
Brother: She (sister) is trying to drink her old milk.
Sister: He (brother) won't let go of my drink.
Mom: Give your sister her milk.

Faint struggling could be heard for a couple seconds.

Brother: It spilled.
Mom: How full was it?
Sister, almost crying: It dumped all over my clothes.
Brother: (In a it-wasn't-my-fault tone) Just a little bit.
Mom: Where is the milk?
Children: What milk?
Mom: The milk that spilled!
Brother: I don't know.
Sister: Do you mean the chocolate milk?

So please have a little mercy on us. There are days when logic never enters the conversation until Dad gets home.


  1. Ha! I love it!
    (And I would love to have that painting hanging in my kitchen. Too sweet! :)

  2. At least no one cried- this time! :-)
    (Of course, I am left wondering what the other little ones were preoccupied with...)

    1. Louise,
      I think they were being entertained by the action.

  3. Sometimes when my husband gets home it takes me a little while to transition out of baby talk/logic into adult conversation. My poor husband must think I've lost it completely at times ;-)

  4. Jane, I would not have believed how illogical and hilarious that conversation was, if I hadn't been in the car and heard it with my own ears. And to think--that's what you do. All. Day. Long. I like being grandma, enjoying it all, sipping my tea, and listening to you try to figure out what in the world they're talking about.