Conversations in our car this morning. Real and imagined.
She asked: “Mommy, after school today can we go buy me a new Transformer? Cause I don’t know where my other one is.”
I answered: “I’ll think about it.”
I thought to myself: Your other Transformer is in a landfill somewhere on a count of the fact that it was a poorly constructed piece of junk since none of the transforming parts would stay attached to the main transformer part and the whole thing was probably covered with four coats of lead-based paint anyway. So no. We will NOT be buying you a new Transformer after school today. Or any other day. But thanks for asking.
She asked: “And after nap today, can we go buy me a light saver?”
I answered: “I don’t know. Maybe.”
I thought to myself: Okay, number one what’s the sudden fascination with buying boy toys? Number two, nap? today? you? I’ll believe THAT when I see it. Number three, buy you yet another plastic object with which you can terrorize and abuse your siblings not to mention the two small animals in the house?
Not likely.
She continued: “Yesterday Reese was saying ‘It’s called a light sa-BER.’ And I said ‘Nuh-uh. It’s a light sa-VER.’ And she said ‘Light sa-BER.’ And I said ‘Light sa-VER.’ And she was making me so mad.
I said: “Hmm.”
I thought to myself: Reese was right. And it’s a good thing you’re cute.
She skips tangents: “And the other day Olivia kept saying ‘Spongebob Squarepants, Spongebob Squarepants, Spongebob Squarepants . . .’ And she was acting all crazy.”
I said: “Really.”
I thought to myself: Wanna know what’s really crazy? How EVERY.DAMN.CONVERSATION. with a toddler eventually gets around to being about Spongebob Squarepants. That’s freaking INSANE.
