Why are You Always Banging Mommy?

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Tucker’s going to drill and that means we have to stock up on things like milk and bread and such. It’s not that I can’t go by myself, it’s that I don’t want to.

Since it was lunch time and we were out anyway, Tucker said we’d run through a fast food joint on the way home. Cool with me.

But, once we were done, the traffic was crazy and we were on the wrong side of the interstate and Tucker decided to just go home.

Fine. Whatever. No fast food for me. Which is actually a good thing but he said we were going to get some and then we didn’t. And yes, for the record, I am a child.

Tucker asked why I was pouting and I finally admitted it was because of the lack of fast food and he started ribbing me about wasting money and always wanting the “good things in life”. For the record, he was totally joking. Not to be outdone I came back at him with, “Why you gotta always be blaming me for everything?!”

We were playing but of course Cara took that point in our conversation to ignore Sleeping Beauty and ask her father why daddy was “always banging mommy?”

Tucker and I looked at each other with wide eyes, knowing surely she didn’t REALLY say “banging”. We must have just heard her wrong.

And we had. She was asking “Why are you always BLAMING mommy?” but since her inflection is still a bit iffy, we hadn’t heard her right.

Gotta love three year olds.


  1. alana says:

    *snort* I love stories like this!!!

  2. At least he didn’t shoot back with “Because Mommy likes it.”
    We have some neighborhood kids who are always in our house lately. Tim and I were goofing around and I slugged him in the arm.
    The neighbor girl’s eyes went wide, “Why did you hit Mr. Tim?!”

    • When I was five or six, I did something stupid and my mom was going to spank me.

      It was a beautiful day in April in Arkansas, all of our windows were open to let in the breeze and air the house out.

      Mom told me to lie down across the bed since she was about to beat my butt. So there I am, on the with my face buried in the blankets and my arms and just when I knew she was about to get to the spanking part, I hollered “PLEASE DON’T BEAT ME AGAIN!!!”.

      First off, my mom spanked me maybe five times in my life. Second of all, our uber nice neighbor was walking by my open window at the exact moment I squawked my plea.

      My mom still brings that up. 😀


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