In order to have the summer off from work, my kids are always asking me to “be a teacher”. At this time, I remind them that I don’t really like kids and that even they are debatable at times. When this topic came up while we were strolling down the boardwalk eating ice cream, my point was well proven when some hyperactive child tried to toss a basketball into a too-small hoop and it bounced off the rim and bounded towards me, eventually knocking my chocolate and vanilla twist onto the boards. Now had it been an Orange Julius, I might have gone ape shit. So I just walked it off and went right back to the stand to get a funnel cake instead. (God forbid I just not eat anything). After my mood changed for the worse, I had proven once again to the girls that I could never be a teacher. I did use the moment to teach them though that it was OK for mommy not to like other people’s children. But of course I was thinking, how everyone must certainly like mine. Even if I don't. Hehe…..
