This is an actual conversation I had with T.Puzzle this week regarding what he could take to his class for show and tell.
T.Puzzle: I want to take my pirate sword.
Me: I don’t think that would be very safe, how about your pirate gun?
Really, I hadn’t gone off the deep end, the gun was smaller in size, made minimal noise and performed a neat light trick of a skull and crossbones when directed at a flat surface.
So, there I was over waffles and blueberries trying to argue the merits of a gun over a sword.
I’m pretty sure most mothers of girls have not had a conversation like this.
Once T.Puzzle realized his lawsuit-magnet of a sword would not be allowed at school, he became very irate with me. Our conversation continued…
T.Puzzle: I can’t eat this blueberry, it looks weird.
Me: It’s kind of smooshed but will taste the same. Eat it anyway.
With great effort, he passed the blueberry between his lips and swallowed it.
Me: See? Didn’t it taste like a blueberry? And you like blueberries, right?
T.Puzzle: (grimacing) No. It tasted like meat.
Me: Good thing you like meat then.
T.Puzzle: It tasted like BAD meat.
And so it went. His attitude for the duration of breakfast was aimed at letting me know exactly how mean of a Mommy I really am.
When it was time for school, guess what he took for show and tell?
A ‘Cars’ book.
He really showed me, didn’t he?
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