All this week I have heard nothing but, “When I’m older…”, “When I’m twelve…” and “When I’m a Mommy…”
Scene: My bathroom. Both girls are crowded into it twirling around in princess dresses and throwing make-up, bottles of lotion and hairbrushes around the room with wild abandon. It’s a fourth floor loft and I’m beginning to heat up and lose my patience as I try for once this week to actually do more with my hair than put it into a pony tail.
TD: Mommy, when I grow up I am going to have different rules.
V: Really?
TD: Yes, I am going to have very different rules than you and Daddy.
V: Mmhm… like what?
TD: In my house we will chew with our mouths open and no one will find it “disgusting” or bad manners. We’ll chew with our mouths open and we’ll like it!
V: Really? Well, we’ll see.
TD: In my house we’ll have purple and pink doors on all the rooms and the bath tub will be purple and pink too. In my house I will pray to God that I will have lots of babies and also grown up kids too. In my house….
V: I find this fascinating and I’ll tell you this one thing- when you grow up TD, I bet your rules will be very similar to mine.
Standing with arms crossed and leaning against a closet door she says to me in a skeptical tone, “Well, you think that now, but I don’t think so when I’m eleven…”
Well, OK then.
She will show you… when she is a tween.
Looks like you may be in trouble when she's eleven! I love her!