Conversations with V – smarty pants
V: Mommy is this strawberry or raspberry yogurt?
Me: uuuuh, strawberry.
V: Noooo! Loooook. (points as raspberry on carton)
Me: (thinking, ‘well if you knew, why did you did you ask?’) It’s a raspberry, you’re correct!
V: You are not.
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V: Mommy, do you know her name?
Me: No sweetie I don’t but I’m sure we’ll meet them soon.
V: But what’s her name?
Me: I don’t know
V: LOOK IT UP!
(Nothing like the child of an information age. She already thinks Google has the answer to everything!)
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She attended her first drop off party a couple of weeks ago. Hubby and I stuck around for a bit just to make sure she got settled (and quite frankly that she wasn’t putting the other children in sleeper holds). Once we were satisfied that wasn’t causing bodily harm to others, we headed out for a bit of shopping. (I could lie and say it was something sexy, but the reality is it was a toaster oven at CTC. I know, we are nothing if not exciting.) When we got back I asked her if she was enjoying the party without us. She indicated she was and asked us to wait outside until it was over.
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(V is busting through my bad parenting techniques faster than I can come up with new ones.)
Before the Touch-a-Truck event, some non-bad, very organized parents suggested that ear plugs might be in order. Honestly, that had never occurred to me, but once I heard it I figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea. So we went digging in the vanity for the kid-sized earplugs, and we managed to find one.
Me: We’ll have to go shopping for more
V: Why
Me: How many ears do you have?
V: Two
Me: How many ear plugs do we have?
V: One
Me: How many more ear plugs do we need?
V: ONE!
So first off, super cool that she actually did a calculation in her head, but CRAP, I’m seeing the imminent end to giving her 5 carrot sticks when she asks for 3 or telling her 5 minutes will be up in 10 minutes. (I’m not the only one that does this right? Right?)
One day this blog will have a snazzy name 
Wait until you can no longer spell words to hide hide their meaning.
We’ve been using pig latin, and every now and then she catches on to the meaning…not sure what’ll be next since we’re teaching her french.
the jellybean istill hasn’t figured out time yet, so we’re still ok with that one. but the counting of either the amount of stuff on his plate or how many more bites, is now all to regulation. no messing with that. dam me for teaching him to count so early!
If only we knew the consequences first!
My favourite is “Look it up!” Too funny. : D
mine too.
Lol on the “look it up”. Kids these days grow up with Google.
I know, and you should see her navigate youtube on the ipad!