Will I Be That Parent?

Will I be that parent that blames their child's teacher, because they got a C on the spelling test for spelling apple with a "8"? 

Will, I be that parent that yells at the coach for not playing my son, even though he spends most of the game sticking his fingers in his shin guards and than smelling his hand? 

Will I be that parent that refuses to admit that my child stole money from his friend's house, even when I am out to dinner at Ruth Chris Steak house, because that seven year old son of ours wanted to do something nice for us and take us out to dinner?

I worry that I will be that parent, in fact, I am almost certain that I will be that parent.

Why?  You ask.

Well, the other day, my favorite dog, Lucy got into the bathroom trash and tore up and spread out feminine hygiene products all over the bathroom.

Did I get mad at her?

No, of course not.

No, instead, I got mad at my wife.

Why?

Because once a month she "has" to have need for feminine hygiene products, even though she knows this tempts Lucy to get in the trash.

I am a terrible person for these thoughts.... I understand this.

However, let it be known, that I will go to bat for my kids.  Perhaps literally, because I will be the first to charge the mound when my child is hit by a wild pitch in little league, and I will not think twice about squaring up to that fourth grade pitcher. 

Okay, that might be an exaggeration, but I will figuratively fight for our children.