I love my kids, sometimes I think they are too smart for their own goods; but really what kind of oxymoron is that? At any rate. My lovely darlings always make great dinner conversation and last night was no exception.
The setting: My husband, 4 year old, 2 year old and myself were still at the dinner table. We had been talking about how my Pre-k student didn't not like to spell her sight words and do her homework with ME. Whereas with my husband, she's pointing out words as they drive around, like she's been reading her whole life.
Well I am shocked, awed and maybe a little jealous. (This is the same child who labeled me the Grumpy old Troll). At any rate; I ask the child " Are you L-A-Z-Y?" to which she replies, "You mean lazy, like I sit around and don't do anything all day long..." There was more, but I was laughing hysterically at this point and couldn't hear the rest. Mind you this is the same little person who won't even spell 'can' for me. Where did she get that from? I really want to know.
I have no words, NONE. I will say though that I can be L-A-Z-Y. Matter-of-factly this post was originally dated April 18th (not that she knows this). Lately I've just been very unmotivated, so much is going on and so many decisions need to be made (break out the violins). I'm just procrastinating, its shameful.
So who am I? - uhm - the pot. I'll leave the child alone until I get my act together. But still, you gotta love the kids.