It's always the way, right? Whenever we see a child misbehaving, we always look to the mother to explain it away.
Not waiting his turn at the swings? Mother's fault.
Pushing other kids down in the sandbox and taking their toys? Mother's fault.
Pitching a temper tantrum in Target? Mother's fault.
Throwing his food and refusing to sit down in a restaurant? Mother's fault.
Donning a Medusa head in the candy store and yelling, "OH NO! SNAKES ON MY HEAD! GET 'EM OFF! GET 'EM OFF!" Where is that mother?
That mother, having just done the exact same thing, modeling said behavior for Youngest, is busy snapping away pictures, laughing.
[And, for the record, might I just point out that my precious children have never been the ones not taking turns or pushing other kids down (except a fellow sibling) or pitching a temper tantrum in a store or throwing his food at a restaurant (except as a little baby when such actions are often construed as "cute"). Well, maybe when they've been with their father.]