So what do you do when a Carole Brady pops over to your blog and lays a gob of riotous righteousness on you, invoking Dr. Sears and saying, basically, all other parents suck it? I like CityMama's answer: Call. them. out.
"Dr Sears is God! Dr Sears haters are all lazy, unloving parents!" begins commenter "Aubrey."
"And as far as respecting my kids, they're 3 and 5. What the hell do they know anyway? I mean, they can't even tie their shoes no matter how much I yell at them," shoots back the former editor of this very blog.
This is so worth your time. I kid you not. (Although the update now leaves me wondering whether Aubrey even has children, but still, what the hell else are you doing right now?)
I've been approached and reproached by my fair share of "perfect moms" who in not-so-subtle terms let me know what I'm doing "wrong," (Hey, just because your kid doesn't know what a vampire is, doesn't mean mine can't sing her favorite song! Yeah, still bitter) so it's been great fun to read the CityMama comments and watch as perfection meets its match.
