Dinner one night, and Tiger Dad pushes wife about the schooling.
Husband: Does he know what nouns, prepositions, verbs are?
Wife: Honey, you know he’s been learning the definitions. He’ll understand better as he gets older.
He’s only seven.
Wife: Wait. Do YOU know what they are?
Funny look. PAUSE.
Husband: I know adverbs. They have -ly.
30 minutes later, 7:30 pm
Out all day on field trip and back from little man’s martial arts,
Mom walks in, puts on apron and gets to work on dinner.
Elbow-deep in dishes after the meal with one eye
on her Holistic Journey upstairs in the office:
“I’d better stop and get on the computer or I’m going to start resenting life.”
Wife: So you got the mold off the stall?
Husband: Yeah (hanging head like he’s about to break bad news) but I couldn’t get all of it. We’re gonna have to hire someone next time.
Wife: NO. *Snort* You just have to keep it from building, clean more often.
The other day
Dad asks son: Did you like Kung Fu Panda?
Wife: It was violent.
Dad: It’s KUNG FU.
After his fourth serving
Tiger Mom: No, Tennyson. No more. You’re literally eating into your lesson time.
You’re gonna have to stop.
Cub: But I’m still hungry. Please. PLEEASE, I BeG you.
52 thoughts on “Tiger Dad and Tiger Wife”
Just part of the interesting journey of family life.
I guess it’s winner takes half in your house !
Ha ha ha. We are all willful and stubborn – pigheaded musicians, we three. =)
(I had just read the hair ruffle post)
HA ha ha ha ha ha!! One of my very first posts.
Did you give in and feed the Cub?
I mean, what the — lOOK at what he saiD!!! What parent could get away with withholding??!
I love this view into your home 🙂
Literally eating into his lesson time. Love it. xo
I say that all the time, Mickey. Some days I yell at him, tell him to stop, frustrated to watch the hours slip through…..down his gut LOL. We fall behind on lessons some days.
On a more serious note, watching him EAT like that my heart has broken to think of orphans and stray kids who’re not taken care of or provided for, esp when they need the extra yum yums during growth spurts.
Because you are a kind, generous soul dear Diana. Xo
No, M. Whatever such thing is in me comes from the grace of God and the SPACE motherhood has opened in me.
True, true…not everyone can recognize that inner space. It’s why i love reading you.
BaH, there you go again. You’ve no idea how undeserving I am of your love.
Awww….your words remind me of a favorite quote from Brene Brown. This is from memory, but close, “We are all wired for struggle and worthy of love.” I need to look it up for sure, but you get the jist 🙂
It’s a most vAgue gist if you’re trying to apply that second part to me lol. I most certainly aM wired for struggle, though.
Babe–we are all worthy! Don’t ever forget it. Xxxoxo
My son is constantly saying, “but Mommy, I’m still hungry”. I really don’t know how he stays so skinny.
SERiouSLy!! That’s ExACtLy what I wondered about T, esp after observing how plump his peers are. And then I realized they’re growing up on fast food. So I know why C stays so trim. =)
Oh hahahaha. Yes, that must be it. He doesn’t eat all the crappy fast food. We went to the shopping mall the other day and he was begging, pleading for french fries (cringe). I have to confess I gave in. I don’t do that often, but this time I did. Daddy’s been traveling.
Plus, they both wanted to do the Halloween thing, being that they watch English TV. They wanted the candy bags and all. That one I did not give in to. You should see the crap they come home with after a school birthday party. I put it up and away and then sometime later end up throwing most of it in the garbage. Hahahaha. I don’t want my kids eating non-food.
If I were half-asleep, I’d wonder if it is you or I who wrote that comment. =)
“I’d better stop and get on the computer or I’m going to start resenting life.” HAHA. I can so relate!
I know you do. =)
This is a good one. Oh the husband and aren’t most men about the same or maybe not? All my husband did was worry about out daughter’s grades when he should have been concerned about our son who merely scooted through school. You have a very bright son and may he always shine for his parents.
Ha ha Hubby is actually (VERY) laid-back and has surprised even me the last few years the way he’d policed me now and again in the homeschooling. I think it’s just the nervousness of (typically) the dad who is excited to support the homeschooling but feels unsure and wants to make sure his child is on par. =)
Good dad. You are fortunate to have his support.
Yes. And he’s pleased with the homeschooling so far. =)
hhehe. i love the banter. =)
He he is right.
This is hilarious…just over the weekend, I was having dinner with good friend and were discussing how grammar is important but knowing the actual rules and definitions of grammar was a total waste of time. Read enough and one will never have to study grammar 🙂
Ha ha ha. Hmm…you’ve the boldness to say this to the Grammar Mafia. I’d venture to disagree while I understand what you mean, that we will pick up the natural use. =)
I expect to experience more stuff like these once I get married…*bites nails*
One line caught my attention because I totally got it! “I’d better stop and get on the computer or I’m going to start resenting life.” For me, writing is a way to process, to focus on what I am thankful for and to be daring (which I am so not in my non-writing life.) From all your posts recently, life must be good! Or maybe too busy?!! 🙂
Wait . . . musicians are pigheaded? Uh oh . . .
Oh, you bet ya. We’re the three little pigs.
Little addicted to the computer, eh. 🙂 Those molds can be tough. Have mercy. He-he as you would say, D. Taught middle school English in Africa a long, long time ago. Worked with diagrammed sentences. Sure wish i could remember all that. –Curt
You mean addicted to the computer bc I’ve been shooting out these posts?
Well, I was thinking about your comment, D. But I confess my head was swirling a little with all of the posts you’ve knocked out the last few days. 🙂
Interesting difference of perspective there: I had been out all day and even when I got in felt miles from my blog for the kitchen duty. I hadn’t been able to post in almost two weeks and was feeling the creeping resentmt.
I mentioned in a previous post the guilt I wrestled with in posting “too often”, feeling bad that I was bothering you guys. But this is my new rhythm for the school year. Big bites when I can and longer periods of silence. This wk, it’s the guests. =)
It’s always a struggle to maintain a rhythm with blogging. And it takes so much time. There are times when I think, too much.
I definitely enjoy the people I follow, and you. Don’t worry about bothering me too much. 🙂 -Curt
I decided a while ago I can’t add another worry to my plate. =) Thanks.
Wait. You said, TOO MUCH. “Don’t worry about bothering me too much.”
You and your hubby crack me up with some of the conversations you’ve shared here, Diana. I felt like I was reading one of those cartoon strips about family life- cept the images were in words not drawings. xo
Ha ha ha ha. The funny thing is we really said these things. I shake my head sometimes, muttering: “I gotta blog this,” and run upstairs to record the exchange on the computer. Other times my guys – yes, even the little man – will say, “You should blog this.” I wish I had some decent drawing skills HA.
It is always interesting to hear stories of little boys (the cub, that is). We have three girls, and when little we had to trick them into eating. Thankfully that has since passed.
Oh, bOy (laughing). Pun intended. Trick them into eating. I have to trick him into not eating anymore.
We never stop learning our lessons, do we? 🙂
Ha ha. Something new everyday indeed, L. =)