I like to remind my husband every once in awhile, when he's doing something that goes against what I consider to be parenting logic, that women were the ones blessed with mother's intuition (italicized for emphasis). It's not his fault, certainly. And besides, Ben thinks he's much more fun than I am, so he must have been blessed with playtime intuition.
ANYWAY.
Last night was such an occasion. We were having some family playtime in Ben's playroom. Ben got Elmo Encore for Christmas (thanks, Grandma & Grandad!). It's a pretty awesome toy, if I do say so myself. He talks and moves and even shakes his little groove thing. So there we were, watching Elmo strut his stuff and sing a little ditty and all of a sudden Tim goes, "Hey Ben, watch this. It's Elmo bowling!" as he CHUCKS A FOOTBALL AT ELMO'S HEAD. I should preface this story by saying that Ben is currently in a pull-the-dog-up-by-his-hair-and-drag-him-around-the-house torture phase. We're working really hard to get him to understand the word ouchie and that he can, in fact, inflict pain on others. And that inflicting pain on others isn't funny. And then Tim CHUCKS ANOTHER FOOTBALL AT ELMO'S HEAD, laughing. Elmo faceplanted and I'm pretty sure Ben laughed, though my memory is already a little fuzzy.
Women's intuition is better.
