Battlefield Babysitting…RCS Staff Writer Formulates Legitimate Argument As To Why Babies Should Never Be Allowed To Eat Corn

It’s gotten seriously real up in the Babysitting Thunderdome today, folks.  I got here this morning, and everybody was fine and dandy.  The baby cried a little bit more than usual when his Mommy left, but that was to be expected after he’d had her around all weekend long.  A. settled down pretty quickly, and ate a big breakfast of strawberries and toxically colored Fruit Loops.  He even successfully navigated the tossing seas of spoon utilization (with only minimal milk and Loops spillage).  Both of us were super proud.

The trouble didn’t start until around 10am, when J. decided he was absolutely starving and demanded potato chips.  I said, “Dude, you can’t have chips at 10 o’clock in the morning!  Gross!  I’ll make you a some fruit.”  As I was downstairs cutting up bananas and strawberries, I heard this horrible yelling coming from upstairs.  I barreled up the steps, and found J. screaming that A. had hit him, and he was mad.

“I’m sooo mad, Auntie.  You guys made me MAD!”

“Okay, dude, but can you be cool for a SECOND so that I can go get your food?”


“J.,” I replied, “First of all, sometimes we get mad, but that doesn’t mean we get to stop acting nicely.  Second, I’m not going to get you anything, EVER unless you say ‘please’ when you ask me.  Is that understood?”

Silence.  Total, blank, pitiless silence.

Two minutes later,

“Auntie, will you get me my fruit PLEASE.”

“Yep, J – just a second.”

I went and got the fruit plate, which J. then attempted to refuse to share with A. – resulting in crying, screaming, and kicking on A.’s behalf  and gloating on J.’s.  I got A. calmed down and gave him a strawberry.  OH JOY! I truly wish, with all of my eternal soul, that I could be as happy about ANYTHING as that baby is about getting a strawberry!

They shared okay after that.  J., however, didn’t want to eat any bananas or grapes (which was okay because A. was snarfing them up with alacrity), and demanded more strawberries.

“Buddy,” I sighed, “You have to eat what’s on the plate and THEN you can have more.”


“Kid, we had this conversation.  You’re about to get a time out.  You don’t ask for more food until you finish what you have, and you say ‘please’ when you ask.  Understood?”

Silence.  Black hole caliber, in-space-no-one-can-hear-you scream silence.


The world’s smallest, most reluctant, tiniest little, “yes.”

VICTORY, right?


Ten minutes later, when I was changing the baby, J. snuck downstairs and got into the chips.  I caught him red handed.  I was displeased.  He got told.  I hid the chips. I am SUCH A N00B!

As to babies and corn: PARENTS, there is absolutely no reason a human baby should EVER eat corn.  It comes out totally undamaged and adds about 76% more grossness to the dirty diaper as a whole.  STOP THE CORN, PEOPLE.  This is a travesty.

Stay Tuned This Afternoon for: Nervous Breakdown At The Public Library…RCS Staff Writer Hospitalized After Going On Bibliophilic “NO CORN” Rampage.


About rubberchickensociety

The Rubber Chicken Society is a loosely knit collective of free thinkers who support and enjoy chicken related humor.
This entry was posted in books, children, Humor, kids, mother, parenting, relationships, Uncategorized, WTF and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to Battlefield Babysitting…RCS Staff Writer Formulates Legitimate Argument As To Why Babies Should Never Be Allowed To Eat Corn

  1. OLIC says:

    Corn is an otherworldly substance. I’m beginning to think that it’s like energy in that it can neither be created nor destroyed, but maybe it can be cut by other corn. It’s a mystery. And eww.

Tell us what YOU think!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s