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Ms. Maxwell

Can I download that app? Like, for 5 years down the road when I'll need it to elicit iPologies from unwilling transgressors?

'cuz I'm the mommy, that's why

Oh, you are a wily interrogator! I must study at your knee...


Wait - I'm confused. Are you Catholic? Because if you change the sins and substitute Your Eternal Soul for the ipod, it sounds like a pretty standard confessional discussion from the mid to late 60's.

Suburban Kamikaze

I could never subscribe to any belief system that does not recognize drinking my cranberry juice straight from the bottle as a sin.

Seriously, Jess

Brilliant. You are absolutely brilliant.


Bah; mine retreats into a sphinx-like recalcitrance that's immune to interrogation, grounding and probably nuclear attack too.

(And I had to walk to school through the snow, uphill, both ways. So there.)


Cactus Petunia

Genius. Who needs torture when you can confiscate the ipod?


Omg, I love it! I have a toned down version of this I use for a 4 year old at school when he SWEARS he doesn't know what he did wrong. Just insert Thomas the Train set for ipod. ;)

Suburban Kamikaze

Thomas the Tank Engine is a powerful incentive. Against all advice, I incorporated the overpriced little wooden trains into our potty training method. And by "method," I mean the completely erratic mix of motivation and inconsistent techniques we employed before giving up.


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