tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728063647025442756.post4305668692075335459..comments2023-06-15T08:54:55.421-07:00Comments on Friday Night Ambulance: Kid RadarAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707434221124126774noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728063647025442756.post-15885418868174596592009-10-09T10:24:24.061-07:002009-10-09T10:24:24.061-07:00Trish, you just made my day, I thought I was the o...Trish, you just made my day, I thought I was the only selfish mommy that hides the good snacks.Alliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08707434221124126774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728063647025442756.post-76117261501244937272009-10-09T08:19:21.502-07:002009-10-09T08:19:21.502-07:00Telephone calls and snacks. That is what my kids ...Telephone calls and snacks. That is what my kids specialize in. <br /><br />They can be upstairs in a closet (What? I didn't put them there. They like playing their closets. They call them clubhouses.), yet they can sense the second I get on the phone. It doesn't matter if I whisper, while hiding under my bed. They will find me and need their shoe tied or their nose wiped RIGHT THAT SECOND. <br /><br />I hide the good snacks. You know, the ones I don't let the kids eat. I eat those after the kids go to bed. So I wait until they have been in their rooms for hours. No sounds. No "Mommy one more song. Mommy I am thirsty. Mommy I need to pee." Nothing. Then I get out the snack. The minute my butt hits the couch, guaranteed one of them will come down the stairs to tell me it is dark outside or they can see the moon or some other nonsense. Then they will stare at me all sad, because I have a good snack.Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10715187918892679058noreply@blogger.com