I tell myself that I am a nice mother to the little boys.
I try to do my very best for them and take good care of them.
On a particularly rainy day where action was needed, I made a picnic in the living room. Complete with some of Samuels favorite food.
Magnus was armed with kitchen utensils to his great delight.
I bake our own bread, even with grain from our food storage. Grain that I grained myself.
I am sure it is extremely healthy!
I also made Samuel healthy ice cream - with milk and a mixture of fresh and frozen fruits.
He ate three bowls of it.
And the felt plant. I made the kid a felt plant for his room.
That is what nice mothers do.
But then this happens.
And it makes me wonder. Maybe I am not such a good mother.
Not only does the kid cry
But his coldhearted mother takes pictures of it all.
Goodness gracious, see. There was even tears.
Bad mother, bad, bad mother!
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