Defy Mommy At Your Peril!
Friday, February 29th, 2008I had to maintain my cover as that very, very, good little girl—while playing, while lunching, while watching TV—and then to strike quickly and silently, without leaving a trace!
When I was a little girl, I learned at least one very good reason to do as my mother instructed. Of course, as has been the case with little ones throughout the ages, I learned it while blatantly defying her instruction.
I may have been hovering about the five-year-old mark when Moom brought in the shopping one morning, and, after putting the groceries away, gave my little brother and me something to taste for the first time. “Try this,” she said, offering us a bit of vegetable topped with the most delightful substance! “What is this, Mommy?” I asked, wanting more on the spot. “It’s French dressing,” she answered, promising we’d have plenty on our salad that night. While that sounded all well and good…I still wanted more on the spot.