Just to make things clear, this post isn't about spoiled food (although one might think that judging by the fruit flies present in my house...but then, you can't see them, and gosh...now I've spilled the beans about my, ah...not so sweet stellar housekeeping skills)...nope, this is referencing my kiddos!
My Gram (have I mentioned how fabulous she is?) has a theory about "spoiled-ed-ness"...she says, "Even if your kids have a lot of stuff, they aren't spoiled unless they act spoiled."
Apparently Miss E. took this to heart.
One day, Mr. Wonderful was, um, verbalizing his frustrations about our children's lack of initiative with cleaning (bless his innocent heart...he thinks they should just know what/when to pick up...I say they need some guidance...at least a little, "Kids, it's time to pick up"--heck, I still need that!). Anywho, he says to me, "These kids are so spoiled!!"
I...to him, "No, they just inherited my sweet stellar housekeeping skills!"
Well, Miss E. overheard and got very sad. I've always maintained that she has a sensitive soul and a fragile ego.
She says (through tears), "We're not spoiled! Just because you like to buy us lot's of cute stuff...we're not spoiled!"
Yup, Gram's advice held firm and strong with her!