Most of my favourite mom-traits are the various methods of forestalling tantrums. Here's one I witnessed in the supermarket today.
TODDLER IN SHOPPING CART: Those! Those!
MOM: Honey, they're popsicles.
TODDLER: Those!
MOM: Gasp, look! Neapolitan icecream!
TODDLER: Those.
MOM: I love Neapolitan icecream, we haven't had it in SO LONG!
TODDLER: NEAPOPITAN! NEAPOPITAN!
MOM: Neapolitan ICECREAM! Let's...oh, no, this isn't...it's something else...
TODDLER: NEAPOPITAN!
MOM: Gasp! Look! STRAWBERRY!
Bonus comment overheard in Tim Horton's during lunch:
Hey Joe, have you seen that movie, "Zeitgeist?" You should really...huh? It's Z-E-I... It's an American movie. I don't know why it's got a German name.
Edited: additional mom/child interaction overheard yesterday in crowded checkout line:
CHILD: Mom!
MOTHER: Stop it.
CHILD: Mom, don't hit me!
MOTHER: I'm not hitting you!
CHILD: Mom, don't hit me in the face!
MOTHER: Daniel! When have I ever hit you in the face!
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