This quirky mom shares amusing parenting moments on her personal “Reasons My Son Is Crying” tumblr.
We put this pillow behind his head so he didn’t hurt himself on the window frame.
I wouldn’t let him drink bath water.
His brother’s boots don’t fit.
I wouldn’t let him drown in this pond.
We helped him put on the boots he loves to wear.
The car seat. Always the car seat.
I closed the refrigerator door.
I asked that he not wipe his muddy shoes off on my car seats.
The milk isn’t juice.
I wouldn’t let him eat the candy he found on the diner floor.
Grandma wouldn’t let him spill his ice water all over her and the table.
I told him that forcefully cramming his toys into his brother’s face is not the same as “sharing”.
I have no idea why my son is crying.
I gave him a cup of water.
I turned the volume of The Hokey Pokey down… from “ear-splittingly loud” to only “mind-numbingly loud”.
It took me longer than 0 seconds to take his shirt off.
The slide is not slippery enough.
I didn’t show him pictures on my phone quickly enough - and yes, they were pictures of him crying.
His brother pretended to sing for one second.
We asked him to stop hitting his brother with a plastic wand.
He threw his dinner plate on the ground. He now wants to eat dinner.
We suggested that he play with a train.
I wouldn’t let him eat Buzz Lightyear’s head.
The milk was in the wrong cup.
I broke this cheese in half.
He is bad at eating yogurt.
He dumped a full cup of water on his own face.
He is in a giraffe costume.
He asked me to put butter on his rice. I put butter on his rice.
I asked him to thank his brother for sharing Buzz Lightyear.
I played the wrong Jungle Book clip on YouTube.
Mommy isn’t here when he woke up. This is the 80th consecutive Tuesday morning she hasn’t been here when he woke up. (Also, the milk is in the wrong cup.)
He is out of pretzel sticks.