Yesterday while driving around in the car Andrew (5) announced, “Liam’s dad is 44.”
Me: “How do you know that?”
Andrew: “He told me.” Liam is a friend of Andrew’s at school. Andrew thinks the world of him.
Me: “How old do you think Liam’s mom is?”
Andrew: “Probably 17 or 18.”
Me thinking: Well, since Liam’s 5 that would mean she had Liam when she was 12.
Me: “Ah, probably not. I think she’s a little older than that.”
Andrew thinking for a moment: “Yeah, she’s probably 78.”
Probably.
Today I was THAT mom with THAT kid in the mall.
I think you all know what I mean.
It was ugly.
Picture the scene:
*A horse show at City Park Stables
*A beautiful fall day with the sun shining and a cool breeze
*6 eager observers of the horse show (2 parents, 3 children, & 1 grampa)
After only being at the event 15 minutes the following conversation can be heard:
Alex (8): “Let’s jump to Mt. Everest.”
Andrew (5): “Okay. Let’s jump.”
Parent looking at a muddy ditch: “Please don’t go through there.”
Boys: “Let’s go.”
Parent: “Please don’t go through there you might get dirty.”
Boys: “Let’s go.”
Result:
1 very unhappy 5 year old who is screaming and crying
2 picture happy parents”Hold still, let me take a picture of your leg”
very understanding parents
1 laughing older brother
1 clueless baby sister
& 1 grampa shaking his head
