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May 14, 2007, Herald Journal

Apparently, revisited

By JEN BAKKEN

I decided to revisit the column I wrote entitled, “Apparently.”

As I stated in my column on March 26, with three children I’ve said “no” a lot, to the point of sounding like a broken record. (Or, for those younger than me, a dirty CD that keeps repeating one word over and over.)

The responses I receive from my children when I say “no” never cease to amaze me.

It usually starts with, “But . . . ,” then follows closely with, “All my friends . . . ,” or, “all the other parents . . . ”

Apparently,

I’m the only parent who says no to letting the family cat outside to “play” with the rabbits, occasionally seen hopping around our backyard. Who refuses to let a first-grader wear bright red lipstick to school. Or thinks children are children, and shouldn’t be treated the same as adults. (And no, I’m not sorry that daddy and I ate ice cream at 10 p.m. while you were in bed.)

Apparently,

I’m the only parent who thinks a child doesn’t need to be paid for everything they happen to do around the house. Who refuses to allow huge letters, written in chalk, all over the outside of the house which read, “My brother is weird.” Or says no to throwing a sucker on the floor of the car. (And yes, it’s a permanent part of my car now.)

Apparently,

I’m the only parent who says no to telling your teacher the homework in your folder was mysteriously lost. Who refuses to sit through ‘The Little Mermaid’ for the 100th time. Or thinks throwing everything from your bedroom floor into your closet isn’t cleaning your room. (And you know who you are. Yes, I opened your closet.)

Apparently,

I’m the only parent who thinks macaroni and cheese shouldn’t be eaten at least once a day. Who refuses to allow an entire box of Hostess cupcakes to be considered a snack. Or says no to using my car, leaving the radio on full blast, wipers on, leaving the tank on empty, and the air conditioning on an Alaskan setting – because you think its funny. (And mister-only-teenage-driver-in-the-house, it’s still not funny!)

Apparently,

I’m the only parent who says no to going back in the drive-through lane at the bank to yell at the lady for forgetting your Tootsie Roll. Who refuses to allow putting off a bath because you took one two days ago. Or thinks it’s okay to stop at your mom’s work and ask for money because she surely can’t say no in front of her co-workers. (And no, it didn’t embarrass me, try again.)

Apparently,

I’m the only parent who thinks it’s not okay to use a homemade slingshot in the house, take aim, and then run when your sister screams. Who refuses to allow smelly hockey gear make the house smell like a locker room. Or says no to waking up at 6 a.m. on a Saturday, helping yourself to the chocolate pudding, and then deciding to paint yourself with it. (And yes, I left that one in from my last column, because I still cannot believe my child did that!)

Apparently.

I could go on like this forever, but I think you get the picture. I only wish my children did.

Tiny Tales is a column dedicated to children in our community, and the times when they create a wonderful story to tell. Whether you are a parent, grandparent, family member, caregiver, teacher or anyone with a child in your life . . . there’s always a tiny tale to tell.

It may be cute or funny things a child has said or done. Any of those endearing moments you love to share with others, and people, like me, enjoy reading.

Here in Delano we are proud of our community, our schools and our children . . . why not have a column about our little ‘tigers’?

You can e-mail your tiny tales to; jbakken@hjpub.com, fax them to 763-972-1029 or mail them to Tiny Tales, 430 Hwy 12 E. Suite 4, PO Box 498, Delano, MN 55328.