I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but my children are actually growing up, and in the last week this fact has become shockingly apparent to me. Shockingly! It’s something like the time my mother finally said she was sorry for telling everyone that called me in high school that I couldn’t come to the phone because I was, in fact, glued to the toilet with a bad case of diarrhea. I just didn’t think it would ever happen, the sorry and the growing up.
Sunny’s new favorite phrase is “Don’t know, don’t care.” , and she says it in that God awful teenagerish way. Imagine I say: “Sunny, where are your shoes?” and she answers: “Don’t know, don’t care.” Or she says to me: “I can’t eat the school lunch hot dogs, because they give me a headache.” and I say: “Why do they give you a headache?” and she answers with the magic phrase. I no longer warrant an explanation. I am the enemy.
Then there was Leo’s first parent teacher conference last week. Frankly I was braced for the worst. Leo is, to put it nicely, a very independent kid. He doesn’t listen or take direction well. I had to actually take him out of preschool because of this. Twice. That’s two separate years, people, he enrolled and went to preschool, and was such a problem that the school asked me not to bring him back. You can see why I was worried. However, after repeatedly checking, just to make sure, that she was talking about our son Leo and not some other kid, his teacher assured us he was doing wonderfully. Whew. That’s all I can say about that, whew.
And Badger, sweet Baby Badger, is pretty much potty trained now. He just woke up the other day and decided he was going to do it, and he did. What am I going to do with all the free time I will have now that I’m not changing diapers? Not to mention the extra money. Oh the luxury and frivolity in store for me! And hilarity, we can’t forget that, because yesterday as Badger and I were flushing a load of poo and pee down the toilet, I called out: “Goodbye poop and pee!” then Badger corrected me by saying: “You forgot to say ‘you bastards’ mom. It’s supposed to be, ‘Goodbye poop and pee, YOU BASTARDS!’.”
Aye, that it is Badger, that it is.
