I’d like to call the following conversation:
Reasoning with a 5 year old
Last week we had chick-fil-a for dinner. Chick-fil-a is guilt-free fast food. At least thats how I feel. All of the “May I help you”‘s and “It’s my pleasure”‘s cancels out the excessive peanut oil and sodium. Lately if we go to Chick-fil-a we drive-thru. I haven’t told you this yet, but I.LOVE.DRIVE.THRUS. With 3+ kids your priorities and loyalties change all together. The minivan is a horse drawn carriage and stumbling on a Chick-fil-a or Starbucks drive thru with NO LINE makes you happier than finding your favorite pair of shoes on the clearance rack. (I mean the shoe analogy might be a stretch for you, but a shoe sale makes this woman on cloud nine!)
We were at Chick-fil-a and this happened:
Me: Okay Daxx, what do you want?
Daxx: I want a crabby patty! (<---- what he calls a hamburger with pickles and mustard. only.)
Me: We are at Chickfila, they don’t have crabby patties. I got you chicken nuggets.
Daxx: NOOOOOO… I want a crabby patty!!! (Beginning to flail about in the back seat, voice getting higher pitched by the second….)
Me: They only have CHICKEN at CHICK.fil.a. That’s why its called “CHICK” fil-a!! Chicken. Chick. Get it?!
Daxx: (Still frustrated) So. Are their french-fries like little-chicken-waffles made out of chickens but they taste like potatoes? I want potato fries, not chicken fries.
Me: No. Their fries are made of potatoes. Like all the other french fries we eat.
Daxx: Then your wrong. They don’t ONLY have chicken.
Living and reasoning with a 5 year old is so much fun. So. Much. Fun.
Reasoning with a 2 year old
The following conversation is one that I have EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. at nap time. Every. Day. Did I say everyday? Okay. Yea, everyday.
Me: Zadie, you need to go get in bed for rest time.
Zadie: Noooooo…. (beginning to melt her little 3 foot body to the floor)
Me: Yes. Come on. When you get up, you can get a snack! (Snacks are my daughters love language.)
Zadie: Okay… (running to her bed!)(<--because I said "snack")
Me: Don’t get up until I come get you.
Zadie: Okay. Unless I need to go pee-pee?
Me: Yes. Unless you need to go pee-pee.
Zadie: Or tee-tee? Or potty? Or poop? Or poop-a-loopers? Or tinkle?
Me: Yes. All of those, now get.in.bed.
So. Everyday she repeats that list. In that order. In the same tone of voice. I figured I could document it here on the blog so someday when she is big and grown and I have forgotten all of her cuteness because we are arguing over the length of her skirt or the amount of fabric on her bathing suit, I can remember once her stubbornness was irresistibly sweet.
That wraps up “Conversations: Episode 1”
Thanks for reading.
(Did you like my Mother Gothal look on the pic with Zadie. I was pretty impressed with my nostral-flair-abilities)