At a bookstore the other day, there were four children at a train table. Quentin and Jude (4.5 and 1.5 if you don't recall) and another set of siblings, probably 3 (boy) and 2 (girl).
The 2-year-old girl's mother was constantly barraging her. "Pick that up Suzie*." "Put that back, Suzie." "Do this, do that, where are you going, come back here right now, young lady!" I was rolling my eyes inwardly, wishing she would just let the kids play and have them pick up when they were finished. If not for their sakes, for mine because this chick's voice was really grating on my nerves.
After the 3049th time the mom berated Suzie to "put that down right now!" Quentin looked at her and said in his earnest, sincere, wide-eyed way, "Why does she always do what you say?"
The mom stared. She sputtered. She guffawed. Then she spit out, "Well, because that's what she SHOULD do."
L. O. L.
I love my kid (who happens to be going through a small "princess" phase at the moment).
*name has been changed to protect the innocent
1 Musings:
What if she told Suzie to jump off a cliff, huh?
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