Yesterday the pediatrician commented on how “smart” 3-year-old Angela is for knowing all her colors.
I flushed warm with pride—forgetting momentarily, of course, that Angela’s “smarts” in the color wheel department are more a product of the time she spends playing with her older sisters than any real effort on Mom’s part—and then moved on…
…to breakfast today, where I was feeling neither prideful or awake. I doled out the chocolate milk while simultaneously taking long drags of my coffee.
“I want a pink cup with a pink straw!” Angela shouted.
“May I have a pink cup with a pink straw please,” I murmured automatically, still not fully functioning. I passed the cup across the counter.
“That’s not a pink straw! That’s an orange straw!”
Aaargh.
At least the puppy is colorblind. I don’t think I could handle two such demanding toddlers.
Ad Jesum per Mariam,
Margaret, lol! Thank you, thank you. With both a toddler and a pup, I feel your pain (and laugh right along with you.:) God bless, B 🙂
Today my 3-year-old son was crushed because a guest was given the BLUE plate. He postponed his lunch until later. 🙂
Thanks for holding baby jo-jo last night! See you (and your cuties) later!