I thought I’d use this picture to comment on the following pictures:
These pictures were meant for a post on how I was trying to be the Best Mom in the World and gave in to Mr. Monk’s plea that we make an apple pie right after our trip to an apple orchard on a Sunday night, how I for a fleeting moment thought I’d been missing a lot of opportunities to build childhood memories with/for my children by not cooking/baking on a regular basis, how I was impressed that he was so meticulous when he was doing THAT thing along the side of the pie crust with the fork (What is it called again?), how the pie ended up being a disaster “Not as good as Baker Square. Maybe we should just get our pies there from now on…”, how I learned the true meaning of “The journey of getting there is more important than the destination aka pie”, and how I wanted to strangle my kids when they refused to eat the pie because “Mom! You know we don’t like apple pies. When have you seen us eating an apple pie?”
Just be patient please. I am getting to my point. *cough cough*
Like many parents, I struggle with whether to put the pictures of my children on the Internet and how, and how much or how little to share. So as you can see, here is my pathetic attempt to disguise the identity of my son by taking pictures only of his “profile” and by covering up his name that’s on the apron.
I looked at these pictures again today and I had to admit that the attempt was not only lame but hypocritical. Maybe not hypocritical, but I would definitely label it as self-contradictory. Definitely half-assed.
Secret agent man.
p.s. I was relieved when I realized he was trying to write “Train 88” and not “Tehran 88“. I don’t think I can deal with a 6-year-old that follows Middle Eastern politics and histories. Don’t get me wrong, I would be very proud of him, but I don’t think I would be equipped with the necessary breadth and width of knowledge to explain the complexities…