It seems that there is a limit to the things I will do for my children.
While I understand that their father has encouraged their participation for the past five years, and while I empathize with their disappointment that this year, for some reason, he won’t take them… I’m afraid I’m going to have to play the mean mom card on this one.
I will pick pestilence out of their hair with my bare hands. I will put back the items of clothing I chose for myself in favor of buying Demigoddess the Elder a suit to wear to her debate tournaments. I will, as requested, put honey in Demigoddess the Younger’s tea in the morning so that her voice will be in top form for her school musical audition eight hours later.
But I will not. WILL NOT take them to compete in a White Castle eating contest.
So don't even look at me like that.
Today’s Friday haiku is dedicated to Demigoddess the Elder:
I don’t know why you
Want to compete again when
last year, you threw up.