The Bad Mom

I went to pick up my mom from work leaving the baby behind with my sister who was visiting from Santa Cruz. When we got back my sister was feeding the baby a bottle of something brownish. “It’s Chamomile Tea, for his stomach.”

“No, No, No! His doctor said no water until six months old, you’re diluting his ELECTOLYTES!” I yell ripping the bottle from her hands.

“I gave it to all three of my kids, don’t trust everything the doctor says.”

“Well, I guess it won’t kill him.” I say, calming myself down from being one of those overprotective parents.

“Isn’t this cute, our first parenting power struggle and you’ve only been in town twenty minutes.” I joke.

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