Monday, August 20, 2012

All Growed Up, Indeed

While the schools in Tiny Town are having their first day, we have to wait one more week before Supergirl begins preschool.*

*We're officially starting preschool? I remember being in preschool. How did this happen? Where has the time gone?



We are prepared, or at least I think we are prepared. She has clothes, a backpack, a blanket, and a sheet. She has crayons and can count accurately to 12 (after that it is hit and miss). She can spell her name, can tell you her parents names and where we go to church (which could be useful should she get lost), she knows the President both by name and by face, and can tell you whether to make a right or a left depending on where you are going.

She also has decided that she is going to be raising herself from now on. Her insistence on this being the new fact is exhausting.

"Momma, now that I am a big girl and am starting school, I don't have to go to bed when you tell me to." Stated, just like that, as though there is no other way that things could be.

"Okay, Supergirl, if you say so, but I think you might need me again when your shoes come untied. Perhaps you should listen to me now, because no one will be able to help you when that time comes."

She rolls her eyes and lets out that dramatic sigh that ALL parents love.

"Moooommma. Just because I am all growed up, doesn't mean you can't help me."

"Supergirl, it's okay to be a child for a little while longer. In fact, I would encourage you to take part in it for as long as you can. If you listen to me now, you won't have to pay for it later."

She rolls her eyes and walks back to her room, as slowly as humanly possible. Seconds later, she is back with a new tactic.

"Momma. Now that I am a big girl and am starting school. I should have a midnight snack. I think ice cream would be a good choice. Make me some."

"Supergirl, if I give you ice cream now, there will be no treats for you to have for snack tomorrow. You will be sad if you are the only kid at camp without a snack."

"MOOOOMMMMMA."

"SUUUUUPERGIIIIIRL, go to bed."

The sigh again. The slow dragging of the feet to the bedroom. Silence.

The keyboard is playing now, loud, pounding notes.
"I can't wait 'til I am all growed up
cause growed up girls don't have to listen to their mommmmmmaaaaas
I can stay up late and eat ice cream
and no one listens to their mommmmmmmaaaaas!"

"Go to sleep, Supergirl."

"Momma. I heard at church that God loves all the little children."

"That is true, God does love all the little children."

"Then God must really hate Mommas."

"Good night, Supergirl."

The sigh, again. "Good night, Momma."

2 comments:

  1. That smile is just too much! I don't know how you can keep a straight face trying to have a serious conversation with that!! :) [#TALU]

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  2. LOL! You have something on your hands there and she's not even all growed up yet! ;-) Thanks for linking up with TALU

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