The Power of the Disco Ball
There have been plenty of parenting failures around these parts, as is clearly evidenced by the Christmas video in which Alexis rips the paper off a gift, looks wide-eyed at whatever was in the box, and proclaims, "What the hell?" We accept full responsibility for those failures, and by "we" I mean me and the mouse in my pocket because THAT lovely word choice was all me. And the mouse.
However, if I'm going to accept responsibility for the failures, I also get to take full credit for the successes.
The disco ball in the playroom? TOUCHDOWN! GOAL! HOME RUN! SCOOOOOORE!
Not only is the disco ball like a flame to the screamy, obnoxious moths that Alexis calls her friends, it has given me the most ultimate comeback in pretty much every conversation.
"You never buy me ANYTHING!" the kid will try to say when I refuse to buy her a 37th Barbie doll.
"Disco ball," I'll reply.
I WIN.
"You never let me do anything fun!" she'll whine.
"Oh, really?," I'll ask. "I guess I'll move the disco ball to my room."
I WIN.
She'll complain, "My friends' moms buy (insert random, obnoxious, unnecessary thing here)."
"Do your friends have a disco ball?" I'll ask, followed by, "I didn't think so."
I WIN.
Of course, the disco ball has more use than just those examples. It serves as the reason Alexis needs to finish eating her dinner, the explanation for she can't wear THAT shirt to school, the justification why she can't go shopping at Justice, and my excuse for why she can't marry Justin Beiber. It doesn't matter if "Disco ball!" makes sense in the situation, I still get to use it.
Alexis does not question the power of the Disco Ball. When she hears the words, her head drops and she mutters, "FINE."
Here's to hoping THAT lasts for a few years.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Reader Comments (11)
Oh MAAAAAAAN! Just today I was thinking I wanted a disco ball and was jealous of Alexis. :(
Dibbs on the Disco Ball!
I am honestly surprised that Emily hasn't asked for one yet.
first, that photo KILLS me. i can barely stop giggling at it to say that "disco ball" would totally work on me and i am 39 and a half. you might not wanna tell any guys that i date, k?
That. Is. Awesome.
If and when it ever stops working, you can just ship that disco ball to my house for awhile. When (and if) she gets it back, the magic will be brand-spanky new. :)
I love me a good evil plan.
The playroom is beyond awesome! And who among us can resist the power of the dico ball.
Do you realize what a huge crime you have committed while writing this post?!
You broke the law! The law that says DISCO BALL! is always to written in all caps!
You're in for a big punishment: Make a big batch of those peanut butter and nutella cookies and ship them over to me :P
That tears it - I'm SO buying a disco ball.
Wait, before I commit - will it keep Micah in bed in the morning until the clock at least reads 6 something?
My girls would LOVE to have a Disco Ball! I showed them the pics of Alexis' room and they are so jealous. I wish I had something that cool to threaten to take away when they are acting up. You can always threaten to send it my way next time she gives you trouble. ; )
1. That picture is PRICELESS.
2. I must find a disco ball NOW.