bad mom

From the time Liam was little really little I used to tell him when he was naughty that if he didn't stop doing x then he would have to 'go live with the snakes'. Harmless enough threat I always thought.. possible phobia in the making- but it was probably good to have reservations about snakes anyway.

Which all leads me to a couple weekends ago. Kimberly and I were going to walk around greenlake with the kids, but unfortunately that was one of the April snow days, so we decided to take them to the zoo. They have an indoor climbing area that is pretty fun and as you can see Liam was having a good time.

That is until the puppet show began. Friendly little crocodile and friendly little snake come out. I could sense his anxiety, but it was after all just a snake puppet. So fast forward 8 minutes the puppet show ends (he was on my lap at this point) and the woman says in a scary voice 'and now kids we're going to bring out the REAL LIVE SNAKES'. It was at that moment I knew that I was a bad mom. A very bad mom. My child takes off screaming running for the hills, wouldn't look back until he was out of the zoomaforium or whatever it is called... needless to say the snake threat is no longer in our parenting arsenal..