The person attached to the elbow that just accidentally bumped and knocked over the glass of milk is now declaring, “Its not my fault!”
The kiddo who just purchased a game for 99 cents on iTunes ‘by accident’ even though I told him not to get on the iPad this evening, is now yelling, “It’s not my fault!”
The girl child who just left her brand new jacket at school on the playground just admitted, “It’s not my fault!”
The kid who didn’t eat his dinner because he said his tummy was too full who now doesn’t get any dessert (1. because he didn’t eat and 2. because he is just SO full) is whining that “It’s not my fault!”
There seems to be an epidemic going around my house right now. It is being passed from one kiddo to the other. I just hope it doesn’t have long lasting side effects. The symptoms include the lack of owning one’s actions and the inability to take any responsibility for anything that might have gone wrong.
I call it “itsnotmyfault-itis”.
But here’s the thing. As your Momma, I’m obligated to tell you that …. it kind of IS your fault. No, you didn’t mean for it to happen. But it did. And what you did caused it to happen, even without intent. I know … you didn’t mean to… but you did. There is a cause and effect lesson happening here. But it is hard.
So, while Felix and I do what we can to teach this lesson a little bit at a time, we have also decided that the only medicine for this is to actually become the old adage…”if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.
You didn’t put your socks in the hamper and now you have no clean socks, matched or not? “It’s not my fault!”
We are all out of milk? “It’s not my fault!”
The dog just chewed up your Spiderman puzzle piece after I told you to make sure that they were up off of the floor?
“It’s not my fault!”
One of these days, little by little, we will get to the parenting lessons about owning your actions and taking responsibility for what happened, accident or not…but for now…
Say it with me…..you know you want to….
mommyverbs 
Oh and I’m dealing with this daily, “I didn’t leave the bathroom door open for the dogs to invade and pilfer the wastebasket, leaving shredded tp all over the floor”, though I just WATCHED her do it. When does this end, because by now it should be a little easier, right? Don’t think so, but at least it’s not my fault ; )
It is a kiddo superpower I think. Deflecting Responsibility at every turn. (picture cutie lil’ redhead with the blue eyes and dimple, standing with his hands on his hips like Superman.) It’s not MY fault! 🙂 Hang in there!
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