Here’s a TBT on Wednesday in honor of the countdown to summer vacation…
Momservation: Sunscreen application is a kid’s kryptonite.
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There’s a saying – what doesn’t kill you will make you stronger. This doesn’t apply to children.
If you go by the moaning, whining, crying and obvious suffering of a child who has to stand still for two minutes of sunscreen application you would think they were being tortured to death.
So when they survive this lather session to go frolic as they please, being saved from the much worse fate of a three-alarm sunburn, you’d think they would face the subsequent adversity of sunscreen application with new resolve and courage.
No such luck.
My kids are ten and eleven and they still hide from a sunscreen bottle like I just pulled out a bushel of broccoli.
It’s not just sunscreen though. If you step into my torture chamber you’ll find all methods of bringing unbearable suffering to my children:
- Making them dress up and smile for a Christmas card photo
Logan, 2, howling in distress over Mom’s Christmas card photo torture - Making them finish everything on their plate that is green
- Having to flush the toilet regularly
- Wiping or blowing a nose
- Putting away their washed, folded clothes and shut their drawers
- Having to set or clear the table
- Having to sweep or vacuum a floor
- Brushing hair or teeth
- Making them get out of a swimming pool
- Cleaning their room or their own mess they made
- Taking a shower
- Taking a children’s chewable vitamin
- Having to drive somewhere without watching a movie
- Wearing a sweatshirt or jacket
- Not being in control of the TV remote
- Running errands
And the most horrible, awful thing besides sunscreen to my children?
Bedtime.
Certain death every night.