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making every moment a lesson (not that it's a good one)

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Sometimes I like to teach my kids that it's ok to be wrong. Especially since my kids seem to take quite a bit after their father who is a perfectionist and can NEVER be wrong. Because that would totally not be perfect, so it must never happen. Ever. Except that it does...

So when I slip up and say the wrong name or something I'll throw in a, "Whoops, I was wrong. But that's ok, because everyone is wrong sometimes!" And then I smile. Because look at me and my teaching moment.

Today we were running errands after school. Which I really hate doing. I'm not an errand runner. And this particular errand was not enjoyable. So when we were done and the kids were wailing, "I'm hungry" from the backseat, I decided we all needed a treat and I knew that Krispy Kreme Dougnuts were nearby.

But I wasn't too familiar with this area of town. So we headed off in the direction that I thought Krispy Kreme was in.

Five minutes later, "Whoops, I was wrong. Let's turn around and look the other way. You know kids, it's ok to be wrong sometimes." Smile.

A few minutes later, "Whooops kids, wrong again." Not really smiling.

A few minutes later, "Whooops, wrong AGAIN. But let's go find those doughnuts ALREADY." Really really not smiling, but still wanting to bite into a delicious doughnut.

Then my daughter started in on the commentary, "Mom, why don't you just go straight and see if that's right." and "Mom, you should turn around because I think you're wrong again." and "Mom, I don't think the doughnuts are here either. Why are you wrong so much?!"

Thirty-five minutes and no doughnuts. If anyone knows where the Krispy Kreme store is actually located, PLEASE tell me. Because, obviously, I have no clue.

And now my kids think that I'm wrong all the time. Not exactly the lesson I was going for.

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Heather said…
It's on the corner of Eagle Road and Fairview.
13.9.08
Queen Elizabeth said…
Being wrong isn't as fun when donuts are involved! (Found you via MMB :)
13.9.08
J. Baxter said…
Nothing like being followed around 24-7 by little commentators who tactlessly point out every flaw. I have some of these myself.

Mostly, I just feel bad you didn't get your donuts. Hope that box of chocolates makes up for it!
13.9.08
LisAway said…
So funny! I'm so glad that I love your blog because I feel a little bad sometimes visiting someone who's visited mine and knowing that I'll probably not be coming back. But you're hilarious and I WILL be coming back.
22.9.08
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