The Other Side Of Parenting With The Crying And The Failing And The Silly Putty

Remember on Tuesday when I am all BRING IT ON SUMMER?

Well, let me take everyone back to almost exactly one hour after I post how much awesome nerd fun we are having.

The other side of awesome.

And no, I do not take the photo right away. I initially, subsequently and desperately respond to my daughter’s cry-fest with good parenting or at least placating her with kindness, joy, distraction and snuggles, but she will have none of it.

All she wants is:


And she wants it made of sparkling green silly putty.


Now most people would think the putty is the most difficult part of the request, but no, I have the exact color putty she needs… just no earthly, or sesame streetly, idea what she wants me to do with it.

Help me.

We haven’t watched Elmo in weeks so I decide to go with the most unlikely: The Elmo’s World where a tornado sucks the red muppet and his Noodle Family friends into the sky.

As I hold up my sparkly tornado in triumph, I am met with renewed snot and tears and an N-zilla throwing my twister to the ground in disgust.

Perhaps my daughter grew up in Kansas in a past life.

I move on to the more likely episode where Elmo discusses the weather in terms of sunny and rainy and WINDY. I look at the putty and at my hysterical daughter and out the window, and I realize putty and wind are not very representative of each other. I take a deep breath and make wavy putty lines to wiggle and blow. My despairing daughter does us both a favor and squashes the putty wind before I can get anymore wrong.

Twenty minutes into breaking my daughter’s heart by not being able to make her THING THAT BLOWS LEAVES AND ELMOS out of silly putty, I give up, take some pictures and think: BRING IT ON FALL and HURRY!

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

18 thoughts to “The Other Side Of Parenting With The Crying And The Failing And The Silly Putty”

  1. Dying laughing because I was wracking my head with the same ideas – I could only remember the wind one though. Such a helpless feeling when they are wanting something and you can’t understand what it is!

  2. i know exactly what two episodes of Elmos World you speak of.

    what does that say about me?

    and that silly putty looks like the biggest sparkly green booger ever. Perhaps what one would blow into a Kleenex after a Lady Gaga concert?

  3. She’s three, right? Omigod I am so glad that I will never again have a three-year-old. Of course, my four- and seven-year-olds still sometimes do that thing where I’m supposed to read their minds, and my nine-year-old just rolls his eyes.

    Yeah…come on, fall!

  4. I didn’t no that N cries. You had me at N-zilla. Yes kids can box you into these Gordian Knot-like kid logic corners. Ain’t it great? All you can do is swing away and hope for the fence. Wait until the Hormone Fairy shows up in fewer years than you think. You’ll look back on today as “Those easy years”.

  5. It keeps popping up in my head — did you ever figure out what N wanted you to make? (And, btw, I want to link to this post on my blog, but wanted to make sure you were ok with it first.)

    1. Nope. Never figured it out. She finally accepted my ignorance and moved on.
      Oh and you can always link to my posts or share them. You can even quote parts with attribution and a link. I just ask people to not copy entire posts or not give me credit. I’m so glad you’d link to me. Thanks!

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