
"Okay, do you have your backpack? Your lunch bag? Your milk money? How about the photo form and envelope? Your library book? The note to your teacher?
Yes, yes, yes, gowd..yes.
"Okay, remember..you're taking the bus to mini BumFark to see your mom after school. Do you remember your bus number? If you happen to miss the bus, you can go to the office and call me and I'll be home and I'll come and get.."
Stop it. Gowd! My bus is number 3, the driver's name is Darwin, I walk out with Miss Down, I ride with Clarice and Daniel. I know! Gowd!
"Tell me my phone number. Say it."
Why? Don't you know it? Gowd!!!!!!!!!!
"Okay then. See you at bedtime tonight. Cross with the crossing guard and..."
Huge sigh. Grandma, you know that chicken in the fridge? You can make that for your dinner because I don't like that. You can make me meatloaf the next day because I will eat that. That's a good plan. See you.
"Okay, see ya. Cross with the cross guard lady..she's right there..see?"
GAWD!!!!!!!!!!!
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I bet she got to her desk and smiled. All that frustration and what she'll remember is that Grandma loves her :)
I like how she planned MY dinner. It made me laugh.
After all those questions, she made sure that you were taken care of...lol
I'm gonna have BBQ chicken for dinner. Yay!
I'm a little surprised that a seven year old doesn't like chicken, but likes meatloaf. I couldn't get my brats to touch it when they were that age.
That's sweet! I love the way you couldn't be dissuaded from pursuing the line of thought about the crossing guard, even though you know she would cross carefully anyway. I have been there, and it made me chuckle. It's as if saying all those things out loud will banish any bad outcomes for the day. At least that's what it felt like to me. My son is nineteen, and I still sometimes do it.
It seems she is comfortable with planning things, or she wouldn't have told you what you could have for dinner. She's a smart and confident one. Despite whatever has gone on in her home, I think she'll do well.
I love it!
This is a whole different generation. They're nothing like we were - they're don't have the innate respect for their elders' opinions and it took me a long time to get used to it. Well I'll let you know when I do get used to it.
I loved how she's planning dinners. I'm not worried about her a bit. :)
darling.
She could take care of herself, but, she'd have really poor hygiene.
I love the banter and dynamic between you and Lissa. I love tuning in to see what you two are up to next.
Oh yes DD - that sounds like the convos I have with 9 yr old daughter every darn day. Oh course, if something does go wrong - it's not HER fault! It's mine - because I did not remind her 37 times.
Brewing hormones are already kicking things into high gear.
Hygeine - another daily battle.
I feel your pain.
OMG, yesterday she did the old fake out on her teeth brushing. She ran water. Didn't wet the brush. I didn't find out until she was at school. Man. No candy after school.
Same with mine at times. She's the only person I know who can say she washed her hair and when I check it - 33% of it is not even wet, 33% is bubbly and not rinsed and 33% is slick and heavy with conditioner still.
Im not above dragging her back in and doing it myself.
Oh, yeah. We do that every other night. Front of hair totally dry and she claims she washed it. GOWD!!! I hear that all day. GOWD!
Wait, Connie, I have a better one. Can your kid come out of the shower, with her hair washed and her face still dirty? How do they do that??
I love that. Gave me good memories.
This made me smile bigger than anything all day. It all comes back to you, huh?
I thought my kid was the only one that washed half his hair. WTF? Does that really save you time? I don't understand it. I moved into the bathroom when I was about 11 years old. It was my 2nd bedroom. I even cleaned it because my mother didn't do a good enough job to suit me. I would take a book in there and wash and read for hours at a time. My parents had to go to the downstairs bathroom and were always banging on the door to get me out. When I got old enough to wear makeup it was even worse. I'd sit in the sink, indian style, and wash, apply, wash, reapply. Tooth brushing, flossing, the works. I was like a cat. I probably spent 4 hours a day grooming myself and so having a kid who hated baths was just horrifying to me.
Damn, I wish I had a bathtub.
Same here Tonya. I always loved girly smell good products.
DD - I chalk it up to some kind of washcloth phobia.
My daughter cries to me when I insist on helping her bathe "Why can't I do it myself?" I answer helplessly, "I wish I knew."
DD...you sound happy! I'm glad!
When my son was little he would totally eliminate the dry off step. He'd come out of the bathroom totally wet with his pajamas stuck to him. " Why didn't you dry off?!" -- "I FORGOT!"--- Every night.
Tonya, I still put my makeup up on sitting in the bathroom sink. I just have to move a little (a lot) slower when I'm getting out of it. ;^)
Awwwww...this made me smile. Miss this so much. My son used to use bathroom "did you wash your hands?" Yes...touch his hands warm and bone dry - boys don't dry their hands bone dry - back into the bathroom with you.
He is 22 and I still "mother" him at times like he is still 7 years old. He slams kitchen drawer me: "watch your fingies!"
omg
Ann
This was a great post. It makes me wish my kids were little again.
Angie, I wish that all the time too.
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