Earlier today I noticed a little bit of schmutz on Whatsit Jr.'s face, so I…
Oh God, the shame.
…I licked my thumb and used my spit to clean off his face.
I mean, what next? Am I going to start automatically peeling the crusts off peanut butter sandwiches? Doing that totally ineffectual “throw my arm in front of the passenger seat when coming to a sudden stop” thing, EVEN THOUGH the carseat is in the back seat? Telling him that I’m the Mom, therefore I know everything?? WHERE DOES IT END?
I don’t even HAVE children [sub]except for Kobii, and she is a cat so some people wouldn’t consider that the same thing at ALL…not that I am one of them[/sub] and I throw my arm over the passenger seat if I stop suddenly.
I also find myself saying things my mom would have said and mothering anyone unfortunate enough to enter my sphere of “influence”. I had to face it some years ago…I AM becoming my mom! Not that that is such a bad thing, as she was universally loved and adored. Actually, I should be LUCKY enough to become my mom, now that I think about it.
Still…it feels wierd.
Now hon, you have the tiniest smooj on your face, let me just remove it for you.