Bad Parenting

A few weeks ago, my mom sent us home with two new bags of giant building blocks. When I finally remembered about them, I brought them in the house one weekend for Jordan to play with.

Okay, so I'm kind of a perfectionist and it really, really bugs me how my son puts those blocks together at random. I mean, can't my two year old tell that the tower isn't going to stand with only one little block as a base? And doesn't he know anything about symmetry? My husband, apparently, is just like me. At first, we just sat in the floor watching Jordan playing with the blocks. Then we'd say something like, "No Jordan, put this little block over here instead." And then it got to where we would move the blocks around when he wasn't looking.

It ended with us taking over the building blocks completely. As in... Jordan laid in the floor while we completely forgot about being parents and instead acted like children for about an hour. Shameful! (But... also kinda fun...)

Here is the castle Jordan started building that we kinda... took over.

"I stole my son's building blocks because he wasn't putting them together how I wanted! Thumbs up!"

 Then we decided we could build a bigger, better one. So we tore that one down and built this beauty:

And this is what poor Jordan did while Mommy and Daddy went crazy with the building blocks: 

Okay, so maybe we're bad parents, but I can't help but laugh every time I think about it. At one point Jordan tried to put a block on our masterpiece and I instinctively grabbed the block before he could get it on. My husband started laughing and said, "Did you seriously just take that away from your son??" Ooops.

So maybe we did go a little crazy, but Jordan eventually got his revenge.

So there you have it, Bad Parenting 101.