One day last week…
We’d just gotten home after I picked her and her sister up from school and daycare. Baby Girl was a bit grumpy because apparently she didn’t have a very good nap at ‘nap time’.
Well, we all went upstairs to wash our hands and change out of the clothes we’d been in all day and Baby Girl was just cranky!
After washing her hands, she started to give me the ‘talk’.
“Mommy, you forgot to roll up my sleeves and I asked you 2 times!”
Okay…but you know how to roll up your sleeves, child…
“…and then you put soap on my boo-boo and now it’s hurting!”
Did you tell me you have a boo-boo?
“Bend down Mommy, bend down…”
She proceeds to tug on the front of my shirt to indicate that I really, really needed to bend down.
So I did and so did Diva Girl…
“Do you see this boo-boo right here?” The child proceeded to show me a red dot on her thumb so small that I’m sure I would have missed it had I not had on my glasses.
Now I just want you to take a moment to picture my soon to be 4 year old speaking to me as if I may be a bit senile (no comments please) as she pointed out the offensive looking (but very miniscule) injury on her cute little thumb.
Sigh with me please….SIGH
Diva Girl decides to chime in at this point… “Oh I see it Mommy!”
Ummm… thanks, your 2 cents has really contributed to diffusing the situation.
Two minutes later, after promising to find a band-aid that would cover that boo-boo; she has turned on her big sister and was giving her attitude equipped with vigorous finger pointing, neck snapping energy. I think the Diva was a little nervous…
Needless to say, the rest of the evening was quite interesting until we all went to bed!