Last night at my birthday dinner, my son turned to me as if to gift me with some awesomeness.
“Mommy, you need to get a really big shake for you for your birthday.”
“And I get to have it all to myself?”
“You have to remember to share it with everyone.”
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Lil Diva insisted on having Jimmy John’s with me for lunch. Knowing The Tackler wouldn’t be happy with PB&J while the rest of us ate Jimmy John’s, I purchased a sub for the kids to share and saved his PB&J sandwich. The Tackler finally ate it at 5 PM. CG came home and we went about our night.
Just before bed, The Tackler turned to CG.
“I didn’t have dinner tonight, Daddy.”
He filled his words with woe and sadness, as though his father and I failed in our parenting duties.
Because PB&J sandwiches (and soup) are only lunch food.
But somehow pancakes can count as dinner….
* * *
Lil Diva was passed out for a nap, and The Tackler took the opportunity to talk my ear off.
He spoke of a tiger with flames in its mouth, a monkey, and a bird that crashed and saw stars.
I was utterly lost. “I don’t understand.”
He explained again, using almost exactly the same descriptions.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, still clueless as to what movie had fire-breathing tigers.
“Mommy, listen to the words coming out of my mouth.”
His tone and facial expressions perfectly captured my own, used when his superpower of not listening is cranked up to eleven.
His irritation went up a few notches as I dissolved into giggles.
I couldn’t help it.
It took a day before I figured out he was talking about Aladdin, which he’d seen in the gym’s childcare.
I still don’t recall a tiger “with flames in the back of its throat” in that movie….
Has your child ever tried to describe something in detail, and gotten mad at you because you could not read their mind and see what they saw?