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If Only I Were That Nice

Mila is most definitely at that age where she says something hilarious daily and I try my best to remember it for more than two seconds, which is hard because then she goes and says something else hilarious and I get distracted. Today's string of hilarity started with this gem, "I was really good at school today, so I guess I better pick a toy out of the closet when we get home."


She's talking about the Christmas Crazy closet. There is a giant walk-in closet in our house that gets filled with toys year round, and then gets cleared out for Christmas Crazy. It's especially full this year because of a super awesome person who donated a nice chunk after Christmas last year, and Mila is OBSESSED. She wants to know every detail about every toy in there, but I won't even let her open the door. So she keeps making up reasons why she desperately needs to go digging.

It's not going to work.

Which leads us to the other half of our conversation. After Mila got done using her Super Duper Passive Aggressive Skills to try to pry her way into the toy closet, I went all in on shutting her down. There was no doubt that nobody is going to be going in that closet anytime soon and NOPE. Back off, Mila. Clearly she understood my message because a few minutes later, she said, "Ask me how school was today."

I took the bait. "How was school today?"

"It was okay. We learned a lot," she continued.

"What did you learn?" I asked. Hook, line, and sinker ... I fell for her little trap.

"Today we learned that moms are supposed to be really nice to kindergarteners and tell them 'yes' when we ask for things," she said.

You can imagine how I responded to that one. If your imagination includes a lot of laughter and OH HELL NO, you're spot on.

And then Mila added a little detail that you better believe I'm going to document because I am pulling this blog post out in about 25-30 years and laughing my butt off right in Mila's adult face. Miss Mila responded to my pile of nope by saying, "When I'm an adult, I'm going to let my kids have whatever they want like a good mom."

Enjoy that, Mila. I'm sure it will work out just fine.

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September 13, 2019 | Unregistered CommenterMary
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