Kate Wicker

Storyteller & Speaker

The Bottom Line

4-year-old: Mommy, your butt’s hanging out. Your underwear’s too small. For your information, I was wearing nice briefs, thank you very much, and my bum did not hang out. Much. Me: They’re not too small. 4-year-old: Well, then your butt’s too big. I realize she didn’t mean it the way it came out, but still…

Worth the Interruption

Toddler, knocks on bathroom door and then opens it before I can say, “Come in.” (or, “Privacy, please!”): Need help wiping, Mommy? Thanks, but no thanks. Me: That’s okay. Door shuts. Then opens again. Toddler: I ‘fogot,’ Mommy. I ‘fogot’ to say, “I love you, Mommy.” I love you, Mommy. Good bye.

Sympathy

After changing oh, I don’t know, the gazillionth explosive diaper in one day (the baby has transformed into the Poopenator), my 4-year-old kindly pats me on the back and says, “Mommy, I’m so sorry you have to deal with so much grossness.” Thankfully, I get to deal with a lot of sweetness, too.

Spilt Milk + Raspberries + Yogurt = Crying

Don’t cry over spilled milk. Moms of food-flinging, fidgety babes know the adage all too well, and perhaps we can summon the strength to successfully dam the tears over a pool of milk on the table. But a raspberry smoothie splattered over beige carpet? That’s a different story altogether. My friends, when you’re faced withRead the whole post >>