Ella is soon to star in her own sitcom called “Kids Don’t Know” and her “tagline” à la “Wachoo talkin’ about, Willis?” is “Well, kids don’t know!” said every time she’s getting in trouble. It started a couple weeks ago with a well-placed karate chop to Craig’s “bits” and when Craig said “Jeez, Ella, take it easy!” (phrase cleaned-up for this post), Ella replied “Well, kids don’t know!” This immediately resulted in me and Craig making of list of things kids (i.e, Ella) don’t know. Like going to sleep at bedtime. Like not wiping their dirty hands on clothes or furniture. Like not painting their feet. Like picking up their toys. We’ve also extended this to stuff Dads don’t know – doing the laundry, ah-hem – and stuff Moms don’t know which is actually a trick one because MOMS KNOW EVERYTHING.
The funny thing is that kids KNOW. Ella asked me for a pair of Skechers the other day. How does she know Skechers? I had to Google the spelling of Skechers! We also had to download some Jonas Brothers for the iPod because Ella was distraught at just how uncool the nearly 3,000 songs on the iPod are and that we needed some Jonas and fast! And how could I not know that “shirts with straps” (tank-tops) are the ONLY thing to wear this summer?
We continue to have issues with Ella waking in the night due to nightmares or, as was the case at 5 a.m. yesterday, a huge thunderstorm. Since Craig drives 1.5 hours to work each way and has to leave the house at 6 a.m., I am the night-responder which means I sometimes just go in and soothe her or I just crawl into bed with her and go back to sleep. This is not as fun as it sounds and can be quite irritating since I haven’t slept since April 11, 2005 (the day before Ella was born). Yesterday, when I took her stuff upstairs to her classroom while her class was outside, I saw a lesson they were working on about what the kids love about their moms. Ella’s was “I love my mom when she crawls into bed with me” which pretty much put me in my place and reminded me that – hello – I’m the Mom, in case I forgot. It also reminded me that Ella sees things from an entirely different perspective than I do as the old, boring parent.
So, a Happy Mother’s Day weekend to fellow mothers – whether you have kids, pets, books, chickens and things – buy yourself something special and rejoice that you now know everything.
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