I'm over at Mormon Mommy Blogs today, sharing about onions and obedience.
It's true. Onions bring out my inner Aesop.
And when it comes to onions, I always get overwhelmed with deep emotion as I slice through one and inevitably end up in tears. I'm still trying to figure out what touches me so.
But I finally got to a point where I just couldn't take it anymore! Something had to change. I was just downright tired of smudging the mascara I took time out of my day to painstaking apply. Then fix after a child rams into my legs creating a black smear down my cheek that I don't think would ever be considered fashionable. All in the name of vanity.
With my time and vanity at stake, I finally dug out my old swim goggles.
I was feeling pretty darn clever as I adorned my swim goggles in my kitchen, slicing away at my onions and saving face, so to speak.
Until my small cluster of kiddies gathered around me, staring.
Mom, what is dat on your face?
They're goggles. They help protect my eyes.
Because onions hurt my eyes.
Because that's what onions do.
Mom? *sniffle* My eyes are hurting. I need da goggles.
Soon they were all fighting over who got to wear them first.
I strangely haven't seen them since that day.
I am still searching for an alternative to my swim goggles, although I haven't become desperate enough to try saran wrap yet.
But as far as the story I shared over at MMB goes, I had an exact experience just this morning, only with swiss cheese. (I don't normally buy it, but it was for a recipe)
Jacob: Mommy, I want cheese! *rummaging through the refrigerator door* I want this cheese!
Staring at the swiss cheese in his hand, I replied, You won't like that kind of cheese, it's different.
Jacob pulls it out of the bag. Yes I will! And with that, he took a big bite off the corner. See? I told you I would like it!
*chewing... silence... chewing... silence... face twists in disgust*
Mommy? This is yucky cheese. I don't want it!
See? Mommy knows everything!
And yet, they never seem to believe me.
Strange, I always listened to my mother. Always! I'm pretty sure I was the perfect child.
*psst... hey mom, I'll slip you a twenty if you agree with me*