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Momtastic or Momtrocious?

Momtastic: Brings home pizza for dinner
Momtrocious: Makes you clean up the kitchen and take out the garbage afterwards

Momtastic: Blocks off an entire Saturday for prom dress shopping
Momtrocious: Won't let you get the cut-down-to-there, slit-up-to-here one you REALLY, REALLY want

Momtastic: Buys you a cell phone
Momtrocious: Activates the GPS so she knows where you are all the time

Momtastic: Lets you go to that homecoming party
Momtrocious: Calls the parents ahead of time to make sure they'll be home, chaperoning

Momtastic: Makes cinnamon rolls for breakfast on Saturday
Momtrocious: Actually expects you to get out of bed and do chores on Saturday

Momtastic: Says "yes" to new clothes
Momtrocious: The clothes have to come from Goodwill

Momtastic: Tells you:  "go ask your dad"
Momtrocious: Already knows what dad is going to say

Momtastic: Gives you $10 for the week for allowance
Momtrocious: Won't give you any more for doing extra chores, whining, complaining, etc.

Momtastic: Says, "You can do whatever you want when you're an adult"
Momtrocious: Reminds you that "adult" means living on your own, paying all your own bills

Momtastic: Finally let's you drive the car by yourself
Momtrocious: The only places you're allowed to go are the grocery store and to pick up your little brother

Momtastic: Gets you all the supplies you need for the big biology presentation and lets you use the dining room table for three days
Momtrocious: Won't bring it to school for you when you forget it

Momtastic: Makes you go to church to save your soul
Momtrocious: Makes you go to church to save your soul

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as you guided
your little man across that busy street.

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big man boots
and
watching cars and lights.

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black sneakers and
a Mickey Mouse hat
that bounced
as he walked.

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your big man boots
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the white stripes of the crosswalk.

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he got to the sidewalk again,
his step bounced a bit
- he hopped over
a spot where the asphalt broke.

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holding out a hand to
your little man.
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just making sure
he got up
on that sidewalk.

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in your big man boots,
face into a cold Michigan wind,
with the little man behind,
his hat bouncing.