When you have a three year old in the house, there is never a dull moment.
For the sake of this blog, I will refer to my three year old daughter as Miss Thing. A name that is very fitting for her I assure you.
My life has been more full than I ever thought possible since the day she came into this world. She is full of character, heart, opinions and sassiness, and as frustrating as some days are with her I would not trade them for the world.
Miss thing is also very smart. She carries on conversations with people like she is an adult, and some of the things that she comes up with sometimes shock me to the point that I will just stare at her for a moment before I can think of a reply.
Lately she has been very interested in building things. Today, in particular, she brought me a box and wanted me to make it into a rocket.
This is not a task that I would be able to accomplish. I knew that I was setting myself up to fail as I started I knew it was going to be bad.
The only thing that I had going for me was the box came from a recent trip to Build-a-Bear, so the shape that the box was in was working in my favor. So I refolded the box and presented it her.
She looks at me in disbelief.
I started to think for a moment that I had accomplished something. I had shocked her into silence with my amazing folding abilities.
I am celebrating. Short of a round of applause, I was feeling pretty proud of myself.
Then she says, “Where are the boosters?”
I deflate. I knew I was doomed from the beginning.
I try to explain to her that you do not need boosters, you can make it fly with your arms. Again the look of disbelief flashes into her eyes, and I knew it was not a good thing this time.
“Mommy”, she starts, “everyone knows that the power from the boosters is what makes the rocket lift off.”
So I did what any logical person would have done.
I said, “Mommies are not good at things like that. You should ask Daddy when he gets home.”
I will apologize to my husband later.
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