Category Archives: Sprinkles of Humor

These gingers like to find the funny in life.

Finer Moment

In one of our finer parenting moments, Paul answered a phone call as the Middle Gingers antagonized one another in the backseat of the car. Crying ensued, frustrations mounted, and Paul did what dads sometimes do– he pulled the car into an empty church parking lot to instill a healthy bit of fear about what will happen next. A lot of shushing and finally he was able to finish his conversation. As he hung up the phone, we all waited quietly for the direction Paul’s parenting would take us. What he said next caught us all by surprise… “I’m over this! From here on out, if someone antagonizes you, you have my permission to unleash on him/her.” I gasped, holding back the laughter (and wondering if the kids even know what “unleash” means). The Littlest Ginger innocently leans forward in his seat and asks, “What does ‘I’m over this mean’? Because if it means you don’t love us anymore, that isn’t what God would want.” While the gingers may have missed the point on Paul’s sarcastic suggestion on ways to resolve conflict (or not), Ginger4 struggled on a different level. His commentary made us all forget the tension and realigned us with the basic truth about God and parenting– love wins.

Baby, it’s Cold Outside!

I am pretty sure my mom would have wrestled me to the ground and put a coat on me if I refused to wear a coat during the winter months, or at the very least she might have threatened a bar of soap when I talked back. Ginger4’s refusal to wear a coat (and even bring a coat to preschool) sparked either a fierce drive in me to become the next Mother-of-the-Year, or the next candidate for the looney bin.  Our routine doesn’t change too much from day-to-day, and the expectation is always lined up for him before we leave for Ginger3’s bus departure: 1) put your shoes and coat on and 2) get your school bag ready.  When I arrived back at the house to find neither of these tasks were accomplished, I calmly reminded him what needed to happen for me to take him to school. That’s when the proverbial crap hit the fan… I don’t like when kids try negotiating the non-negotiable. When he refused to get his coat on, I insisted he at least bring it to school. At this suggestion, he complained that if he had it with him, his teacher would make him wear it at playground time.  (Smart teacher, methinks!) Whatevs, kid… just get in the car. I brought that darn coat with me, put my seat warmer on, lowered all the windows and drove to school with the littlest ginger shivering in the backseat. He was so stubborn! It took him halfway to school to admit he was wrong and that he needed his coat. Satisfaction set in, Ginger4 admitted he needed his coat, and gosh darnit, he even zippered it on his own! #Parentwin

White Whiskers and the Missing Razor

Paul has been looking for his razor, and when things go missing, we usually point our fingers at the youngest ginger.

Me: <Ginger4>, have you seen dad’s razor?

<Ginger4>: Dad has a laser?

Me: No, a ra-zor.

<Ginger4>: Ooooh, one of those things that trims his white whiskers??? No, don’t know where it is.

(But if you ask him where the butter knife is, he might say it’s under the chair in the living room where I found him whittling away at the chair’s legs).