Revisiting the Moment from earlier this week

I started this post last week about the heartbreaking sweetness of parenting a four-year-old.  Because, for the past several weeks, Zoey and I have been clicking along in our rhythms and routines so fluidly, with so FEW time-outs, that it makes me pause and consider how delightful her stage of development happens to be. 

'Mommy, we can't SEE heaven, because it's behind all those clouds!'

'What is recycling?  How do you make new things out of old things, really?'

'We have a food tube in our throat that makes food go to our tummies!  It's called your eshopagesh!'

I was having this moment where I was enthralled by her learning, her desire to soak up information around her.  We've spent a lot of time at the dinner table discussing human anatomy.  There is a special focus on the digestive system, of course...we're working on the term 'peristalsis' right now.  And questions and statements about the reproductive system that make me cover my mouth quickly so she won't see me laughing.  I love her innocent take on the world, the way she has no idea her questions are completely off the wall, and therefore is not embarrassed or ashamed to ask them all.

So yeah.  I was sitting in the livingroom, close to bed time, have a Moment.  Which is exactly when Zoey trounced out to the couch and requested Cheez-Its.  Which is when I reminded her we had polished off the box earlier in the day.  Which prompted this response, complete with red face and hands balled on hips:

'MOMMY.  You shouldn't have eaten so many of them!  If you hadn't eaten so many of them, I could have some NOW!'

Which ended in her dissolving to tears and running to her bedroom, and me clicking 'delete' on the post, seeing as how the Moment was ruined.

But trust me when I say she is less bipolar now than she was a year ago.