Four – or 14?
Living with a four-and-half-year old can feel, at times, like sharing a house with a teen-ager. Consider these recent interactions:
-After asking Zoe to get ready for bed numerous times the other night, I found her – fully clothed – sitting on the couch with her dad. “Did you put your pajamas on?” I asked her. “Did I say I would?” was her response.
-Following a recent bath, I wanted Zoe’s help putting away some of her water toys. “Zoe, come put your boat away,” I called out to her. “You know where it goes,” she answered.
-This morning Zoe was mumbling something in the bathroom. “What did you say, honey?” I asked, assuming she was talking to me. In an exasperated tone, she answered, “I’m talking to myself. Don’t worry about it.”
August 2nd, 2011 23:05
It made my laugh out loud, but of course, I don’t have to deal with a premature teenager in the house, or do I when I will see her next?!
August 3rd, 2011 10:47
They made me laugh, too – only because they weren’t said in a malicious way. (Someday I know they will be!)