(Watch it unfold in realtime here or even here)
Daughter (seeing me with a whisk): Mom, why you losing that for?
Me: Honey, it’s “using”, not “losing”. U-u-uuusing.
Daughter: U-u-losing.
Me: U-U-Using.
Daughter: U-u-LOSING.
Me: No, Honey it’s-
Daughter: Mom, why you have that?
Close enough.
All of my usual plates are dirty, so I am eating off of the Happy Birthday plate. What should be a plate of joy has become my plate of shame.
Daughter comes out wearing a seasonally inappropriate outfit.
Me: Oh Honey, we can’t wear that out today.
Daughter: Oooooooh. Okay. I get a new hat.
#almost
Child accidentally walks in the room while you’re changing clothes. Startled, they yell, “A monster!”
Not a confidence booster.
At this point I’m not sure if my daughter sleeps on a bed or just a sort of bed shaped pile of stuffed animals.
Four year-old woke up early and came to snuggle with me on the couch in our quiet house. He said, “I love when Daddy say” and then he did a perfect imitation of Brian snoring in the other room. Ah, Saturday mornings.
Daughter looking at the laundry pile:
“It HUGE and MUNGUS!” (humungous)
Agreed.
I took Josh to a birthday party for a classmate of his-
Me: Hi, I’m Josh’s mom.
Friend’s Mom: Oh? Oooooh. Okay.
Me: Did you not know I would be white?
Friend’s Mom: Um, no. No, I didn’t.
Me: Right. Well, surprise!
#adoptionmamalife