Mr. Mom....Jr.

So, this morning during breakfast I was reading the paper at the table with the kids when I started making some random raspberry noise with my mouth. Laycie looked up and said "Mom, don't make that noise anymore, I don't like it." I instinctively frowned--after getting in trouble by my 2-year old--but didn't really care. Andersin, on the other hand, mistook my reactive-frown for genuine hurt feelings and quickly came to my aid by parenting Laycie. He looked at Laycie and said:
A: Laycie, you can never do that! That's one of the 11 things I told you about. Do you remember the 11 things?
L: Yes
A: What are they?
(me, in my mind): Good question, what are they?
L: I dunno
A: Well, you told me you remembered them, so what are they?
L: no reply
A: Ugh, I'll tell you this one last time:
1. If I like things, you need to like them too
2. If you make a mess, you shouldn't laugh
(at this point I'm quickly scrambling for a pen a paper, knowing this will be good)
3. We don't let Masen die (um..okay, random...and a bit freaky, but a good rule)
4. We don't stick on stickers by ourselves
5. Don't hit people in the arm, leg or face
(keep in mind that Laycie during this whole thing is absentmindedly eating her cereal, having no idea a stern reprimanding is taking place)
6. We don't say 'no they're mine' about Masen's toys
7. We can't hug Mom too tight (I'm guessing some flashback of when I was really pregnant)
8. We can't knock every Halloween decoration down
9. You can't say 'I'm Masen' because you're not Laycie; you're different
10. You shouldn't pretend to be licking people
and 11. Don't just turn the lights on and off when Dad is fixing the lightbulb (good advice).

Upon finishing his monologue, Andersin seemed put-out by the whole conversation and huffed his way down from the table. It's always nice to have someone around to keep Laycie in line with completely random, abstract, and confusing rules :o)