Scene: My bed. 6:48 a.m.
Zoey: Mommy! I want to go to the pawty!
Me: (Thinking she has said 'potty', and wanting to avoid another early-morning-peeing-the-big-bed adventure like the one that happened yesterday) Then go! Get up and go potty! Before you have an accident!
Zoey: NO! Mommy, I want to go to the pawty. Yet's go!
Me: Oh. No, Zoey, the birthday party isn't until later...like, after-your-nap-later.
Zoey: (Apparently crushed) Nooooo! We go to the pawty NOW!
I love starting off the morning with a big, huge meltdown. Really sets the tone for the day, don't you think? It took me 15 minutes to talk her off the ledge and assure her that, YES, we are going to the party, BUT NOT BEFORE MOMMY HAS HAD A LOT OF COFFEE BECAUSE YOU JUST WOKE ME UP AT 6:48 ON SATURDAY.
One of the doctors I work with has a little girl who is turning one today. Zoey has never met her. This is of little concern to Zoey--all she cares about is the fact that we are going to the party, and you know what parties mean, right? Cake. And presents. Singing Happy Birthday. And the earlier the better, right? Who doesn't want to party down at 7 a.m. on a Saturday? RIGHT?
4 comments:
My son Will is OBSESSED with birthdays lately. He's turning three next month and his birthday is all he talks about! ("I want my birthday, Mommy! Cake with brown frosting, presents, party hats and my friends......")
I also made the mistake of telling Will that we were going to visit my parents this weekend and go to the Fair. He was begging to go first thing this morning.....and we're not going til tomorrow. Yeah.....smooth move on my part! :)
heh! i'm already predicting how your christmas morning will go!
Lovely, lovely, lovely.
Ummm, have you not learned the art of not telling your child that you are going anywhere fun until right before you go? :)
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