My oldest daughter is three. Though if I tell her,"Yes honey, your three." this results in a massive protest because apparently I'm not saying it right. Apparently there is a certain way that you have to say the word three. Duh Mom, I think my daughter has perfected that look, the Duh Mom look.
So I ask her how I'm supposed to say it. She prepares......slowly. Drum roll please, your supposed to say it like this. Ok, I'm waiting. I'm THREE!!! And there in two little words is every bit of excitement and awe and wonder that she can possibly put into her voice. She's three.
My daughter reminds me of this fact daily, many times daily. I suppose that she thinks that because I'm Mom that I'll forget or something. Nope honey, not a chance!! Occasionally she will throw in a "Mom don't forget OK?!?".
At this point it's usually midday or so. I'm on what feels like my tenth pot of coffee and after protests and Mom school from my three year old teacher on the proper enunciation of the word three I let my mind wander and imagine what she very well may be like as a teenager. Immediately the headache moves into my overstressed brain. Bad Brain! Bad!!
I am wondering what direction she will go in when she gets to four. I better find out how to say four before she gets there to avoid another lesson.
So I ask her how I'm supposed to say it. She prepares......slowly. Drum roll please, your supposed to say it like this. Ok, I'm waiting. I'm THREE!!! And there in two little words is every bit of excitement and awe and wonder that she can possibly put into her voice. She's three.
My daughter reminds me of this fact daily, many times daily. I suppose that she thinks that because I'm Mom that I'll forget or something. Nope honey, not a chance!! Occasionally she will throw in a "Mom don't forget OK?!?".
At this point it's usually midday or so. I'm on what feels like my tenth pot of coffee and after protests and Mom school from my three year old teacher on the proper enunciation of the word three I let my mind wander and imagine what she very well may be like as a teenager. Immediately the headache moves into my overstressed brain. Bad Brain! Bad!!
I am wondering what direction she will go in when she gets to four. I better find out how to say four before she gets there to avoid another lesson.
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