My little diva Monk wanted the cats to play with her last night but they were sleeping and didn’t want to play. (No doubt pooped from playing chase with her all day…she chases them then they chase her back and forth). Anyhow she comes up to me and says “Mama Sammy meaner, Ginger meaner”. I asked why they were meaners and she said it was because “they no wake and play”. I (foolishly) said they were tired maybe they didn’t get enough coffee today.
Fast forward about 30 mins and I realize she is very quiet (always a bad sign) so I yell out “what ya doin Monk”. Her reply is “I’m busy” that is my cue to high tail it to where ever she is because if she says she is busy its a guarantee she’s into something.
What was she doing you ask?
Why my logical little Monk was spooning coffee from the can into the cats dish.
The Kidlet is 3yo. He got some presents from The Shepherds on the 25th and will get more from the Three Wise Kings on the 6th.
He’s got several relatives who think it’s fun to lie to little kids and get them in trouble. He’s very fond of his Uncle’s gf, but not of the Uncle… the kid already knows that if Uncle says the sun is shinning, one should grab an umbrella before heading out; there’s no need to check the weather report.
The Proud Parents overdo the “you’re being bad.” He is exhausted, having gone to bed at 3am, and overturns his plastic cup of water? He’s being bad. He is full, having eaten more than his mother, and doesn’t want a third piece of fruit (1)? He’s being bad. And so forth.
So of course, a couple days ago when his Daddy threatened him with not getting presents on the 6th if he’s bad, the Kidlet said “nah, those tattletale birdies must be all asleep for the winter.”
“What?”
“Well, I was bad on the 24th and still got everything I’d asked for. So either the birds aren’t paying attention or you’re lying to me. An’ I don’t want no banana, I’m full.”
(1) I swear, if those kids end up with obesity, it’s Not My Fault. Mom and me are great at convincing the Kidlet that “now is not the right time for a snack, as you’ll be having a meal in half an hour,” for example.
Based on the antics of my two-ýear-old, I’m inclined to believe toddlers actually have a difficult time to really tell the difference between Don’t and Do. Ie: Don’t draw on the wall, the paper’s for that: interpreted (Draw on the wall? A cool idea!) or: It’s not nice to kick the cat, don’t do it -> let’s go kick the cat, do it!
Miss Cricket (age 2 and a bit) is absolutely terrified of Santa. (as in, guys in red suits) We discovered this at her father’s Christmas party, where Santa puts in an appearance and gives the kids presents. She panicked. Shaking, terrified, crying - she wouldn’t get within 50 feet of Santa - even if Daddy was holding her. We tried to calm her a little by telling her that Santa just wanted to bring her a present, and look at all the presents the other kids had gotten…no go. She was even nervous about Daddy going up on his own to get her present, while I held her at the other end of the room.
Fast forward to later that day, when we run into another Santa. I prepare for her to panic. She does really well, however. She hides behind my leg, and doesn’t cry when Santa says “ho ho ho! Merry Christmas little girl”. He walks on, and I hear a little voice beside me ask “where’s my present?”
Sigh. I hate the moments when it’s clear my two year old is smarter than I am…
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