Jada's got the Smartass on
(or Jada: 5, going on 26)
After dinner
I pull out the "big surprise" dessert of raisin oatmeal cookie batter from the freezer.
Kids: "oooh" "ahhhhh"
Me: I get the cookie sheet out and start washing it.
Jada: "Mommy, don't we have to read the directions?"
Me: "Yes, the instructions are on the back."
Jada: "hahahah" Laughing with that your-such-an-idiot laugh of hers "... I know they're on the back, mommy. The instructions are always on the back."
Earlier. In the car on the way home from the park
Jada: "Mommy, where's your mommy?"
Me: "My mommy is gone, Jada. She died a loooong time ago."
Jada: "Huh?"
Me: "You know how long ago she died? When I was three years old like Maya."
Jada: "Uh, mommy... You can't say dead, that's a bad word."
Me: "No, it's not."
Jada: "Remember when I was saying dead and you said not to say it anymore because it's bad?"
Me: "Jada, I didn't say it was bad. I just don't want you to talk about dying all the time. But dead isn't a bad word. It's just not good to talk about being dead all the time, ok?"
Minutes later when we get out of the car.... Jada runs to the mailbox and steps out onto the street in front of it.
Me: "Jada, where are you standing? I told you to stay on the grass."
Jada: "Well, I'm getting the mail..."
Me: "Jada, cars run past here really fast and if you're standing on the street, you might get squashed."
Jada: "Hellooo!! You're talking about dead again. If I get squashed by a car then it's going to scrunch me like like ... like a cardboard!"
Originally published at digsite.net.
I pull out the "big surprise" dessert of raisin oatmeal cookie batter from the freezer.
Kids: "oooh" "ahhhhh"
Me: I get the cookie sheet out and start washing it.
Jada: "Mommy, don't we have to read the directions?"
Me: "Yes, the instructions are on the back."
Jada: "hahahah" Laughing with that your-such-an-idiot laugh of hers "... I know they're on the back, mommy. The instructions are always on the back."
Earlier. In the car on the way home from the park
Jada: "Mommy, where's your mommy?"
Me: "My mommy is gone, Jada. She died a loooong time ago."
Jada: "Huh?"
Me: "You know how long ago she died? When I was three years old like Maya."
Jada: "Uh, mommy... You can't say dead, that's a bad word."
Me: "No, it's not."
Jada: "Remember when I was saying dead and you said not to say it anymore because it's bad?"
Me: "Jada, I didn't say it was bad. I just don't want you to talk about dying all the time. But dead isn't a bad word. It's just not good to talk about being dead all the time, ok?"
Minutes later when we get out of the car.... Jada runs to the mailbox and steps out onto the street in front of it.
Me: "Jada, where are you standing? I told you to stay on the grass."
Jada: "Well, I'm getting the mail..."
Me: "Jada, cars run past here really fast and if you're standing on the street, you might get squashed."
Jada: "Hellooo!! You're talking about dead again. If I get squashed by a car then it's going to scrunch me like like ... like a cardboard!"
Originally published at digsite.net.