This post wont be long, but it's one that I'd like to jot down before it escapes my head.
Last night was bath night and my daughter was first in, first out. One child done, one to go! My son hops in (literally, he's determined to break a bone, I'm sure of it!) and claims to take a bath and then remove himself from the bath without drying himself. How do I know this? Tub full of water, wet foot prints from bathroom to his room (with his door closed). When I enter his room, here stands dripping wet boy attempting to put on his underwear and his hair is completely dry. "Oh, Madden! Back in the tub you go, you did not wash your hair."
Rub a dub dub - the boy is done and this time, he's towel dried and I send him off to his room so that he can pick out his pjs. Then I hear him yelling, "Moooommmmmmmeeeeeeeeeee, I'm all out of pull-ups. I guess I'll have to wear underwear to bed!" Panic kicks in. That means he'll wet the bed in the middle of the night, scream for me because his bed is wet, his clothes are wet and he needs new sheets. What to do? What to do?
I tell the kids we are going to have to make a run to Publix to pick up some pull-ups. My daughter, my sweet daughter gets completely giddy and says to her brother, "Guess what, we're going to go to the store in our PJs! In our PJs!!!! We don't ever do that! Do you remember we used to do that when we lived in West Virginia?!" It's as if she's saying that it was okay to do that in that state - is she creating a stereotype? Did I create that stereotype for her? I wanted to bust out laughing, but if I did that, it would only mean that she would just randomly say that sentence repeatedly hoping that it would strike laughter again. And come on, it's not usually funny the second time around -- not usually.
Silly girl.
Afterwards, we come home, get them in bed and I'm attempting to dye my hair. It is time (said in my best Rafiki (from Lion King) voice). The door creaks opens, footsteps cross the living room floor. Wonder who this could be?! The princess is still awake!
"Mommy, I want to cuddle."
"Honey, I can't cuddle, I have to finish my hair."
"Are you coloring your hair?"
"I am, it'll be a new color when you wake up in the morning."
Off to bed she goes.
It is now morning and I say to my daughter, "So, do you like Mommy's hair?"
She replies, "Ummm, no, it's kind of messy right now."
Why can't bed head be more attractive?! *sigh* She totally overlooked the fact that my hair is a slightly different color.
I say, "I was talking about the color, do you like the color of Mommy's hair?"
"Is it any different?"
Oh my gosh, really?! How can she not tell. HMPH!
Gotta love those kids and their words!
