Monday, February 26, 2007
Giving my kid a hard time
Queen Bee asked me last week if I remembered "the fair" that our local Catholic school puts on every summer. Of course I did. But I said I didn't. And that ticked her OFF!
Don't you remember it, Mommy?
Mommy! Yes you do!
No I don't.
MOMMY! Door Man, do you remember it?
You're just saying that because Mommy said no.
No I'm not. I don't remember it.
Ok... Monkey, do you remember the fair there?
Now, the Monkey is three. She doesn't remember anything beyond yesterday...
and she said she remembered the fair.
SEE Mommy! I told you! There IS a fair there.
Queen, you know that the Monkey will say yes to anything ... watch this...
Monkey, do you remember when they put that big Santa Claus up in that car dealership?
Do you remember the Fort that used to be here?
Do you remember when the bridge collapsed?
Turning to the Queen, I told her that the Monkey is too little to remember things, and she will agree to anything you ask her (if she's in the mood, of course).
I finally let the Queen off the hook and told her that I did indeed remember the festival at the school.
About two minutes of silence goes by, and the Man looks at me and says....
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
Good morning, Onemanbandwidth!