…that years of parenting is mellowing me (in some regards).
Year 1 of parenting: this issue was not an issue, because Luke was just a baby. In fact, I didn’t even realize that this could potentially become an issue, I was so green. Window clings? What are window clings?
Years 2-3: “No, we’re not buying those window clings for the front windows. Why? Because they’re tacky. And because I said so. Did I just say that? Wow. I guess I did. It’s true that you turn into your mother. Anyway, sorry, the answer is still no.”
Years 4-6: “Ok, we can get some window clings. Here, these are pretty cute. Now let me help you arrange them on the window so they are symmetrical and orderly. There, now, wasn’t that fun?”
And, these have already been rearranged, courtesy of Jack Henry, more than once.
I’ve come a long way, baby.