Some phases are more irritating than others
When my daughter was around two, she started calling her dad "father." It was just about the cutest thing ever, of course. It all started when she asked me a question and I responded, "Go ask your father." For nearly a year after that, it was "Father, can I have a fruit snack?" and "Wait until I show this to Father!" Eventually, the phase ended. There have been other phases: the orange juice phase, the Dora phase, the "I'm a kitty" phase, and so forth. The newest phase is by far the most trying: the "my mom is a dumb ass" phase.
Lately it seems like my adorable little cherub is hell-bent on proving me wrong about, well, everything. Or at least catching me in a mistake.
"Mom, you forgot to get me something to drink."
(Through lightly clenched teeth) "I didn't forget, I just didn't DO IT YET."
The examples are plentiful.
"Mom, this isn't the way home from the Y."
"You picked that tomato too soon."
"You didn't put enough milk in my cereal."
Well, it's a wonder I manage to get myself dressed and feed myself every morning.
We are planning to go to Disney World in May. Last night she asked me, "Mom, do you even know where Florida is?" Now, I will be the first to admit that I am not great at geography. Some of the squarish states in the middle of the country do throw me off a bit (I'm looking at you, Colorado) but I think I can confidently say I know where Florida is. Plus, I have a GPS and trust the voice implicitly.
I responded: "Well, I thought I'd just drive all around the country until I find it. Don't worry."
She cocked her head. "Really?" I nodded. Two can play at this game, Little Miss Bossy.
What I fear most about this phase is that I suspect it won't end until she's in her thirties. Maybe, just maybe, she'll recognize my competence by then.
Lately it seems like my adorable little cherub is hell-bent on proving me wrong about, well, everything. Or at least catching me in a mistake.
"Mom, you forgot to get me something to drink."
(Through lightly clenched teeth) "I didn't forget, I just didn't DO IT YET."
The examples are plentiful.
"Mom, this isn't the way home from the Y."
"You picked that tomato too soon."
"You didn't put enough milk in my cereal."
Well, it's a wonder I manage to get myself dressed and feed myself every morning.
We are planning to go to Disney World in May. Last night she asked me, "Mom, do you even know where Florida is?" Now, I will be the first to admit that I am not great at geography. Some of the squarish states in the middle of the country do throw me off a bit (I'm looking at you, Colorado) but I think I can confidently say I know where Florida is. Plus, I have a GPS and trust the voice implicitly.
I responded: "Well, I thought I'd just drive all around the country until I find it. Don't worry."
She cocked her head. "Really?" I nodded. Two can play at this game, Little Miss Bossy.
What I fear most about this phase is that I suspect it won't end until she's in her thirties. Maybe, just maybe, she'll recognize my competence by then.
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