Don’t forget—there’s only a few more hours left to enter to win a copy of New Carnival Games for the Wii. You can’t win if you don’t enter, so make sure you get your comment in before the deadline.
And thank you for helping me in my quest to become the world’s meanest mother, too. This game is sitting on my desk and it is killing my kids that it’s not for us to keep. Heh.
As always, please be sure to leave a comment on the contest post to enter. Comments left on this post shall be reserved for discussion of your favorite moments in mean parenting. (Oh, this should be interesting.)
Most recently, we left our kids in the care of a competent – and adorable – babysitter. My son had a lovely time with her (flirting and beating her at Wii), but pouted the entire following weekend because we didn’t take him on our date with us. “I wanted to see Mr. Jamie’s concert! Why didn’t you take me?” Um, the concert started three hours after your bedtime. It was an hour drive away. It was loud. And in a BAR. AND YOU ARE SIX.
We got some autographs from the guy putting on the concert. They were ALL made out to our son. He still pouted and STILL reminds us over a month later than he’s sad we didn’t take him. I fear for his teenage years…
Hee hee hee. I’m commenting here because I don’t need to win the contest; we’re one of the last holdouts. We don’t have a wii — yet.
Today my almost 4 year old daughter said, “Mom, you’re not gonna be in my heart always” in response to the fact that we are limiting the halloween candy. Mean Mama!! 😉
Still no Wii here either, but turning-6 daughter still soesn’t know/care they exist.
When I’m outside with her in the winter, and I want to go back into the house (after about two minutes, ha), I evilly and surreptitiously dump some snow down the back of her neck. MOOHAHAhahaaaa!
I make my daughter do her homework while the boy next door gets to use the homework passes. Evil I tell you – pure evil.