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So earlier this week I saw my nieces and nephew at my parent's house. It was like a playdate. My brother took the day off to work on the addition, and my sister-in-law took a few hours as well. My parents got the kids until noon, when K picked up the eldest (swimming practice) and the youngest (nap time), and left the middle child, my niece B, to have lunch and continue playing with me and my mom.
She has got to be the most exhausting child I've come across. Not only does she talk without ceasing, she has an enormous "I want" streak. Every other sentence seems to be "Can I have?" and she does not take no for an answer. She will just continue asking until she wears you down. Although, I am a mean mean auntie and for me no means no.
Anyway, she wanted to set up a "fort" in the living room, which consists of a folding card table, two animal pillows, two fleece blankets that get thrown over the card table that make sides, and a box of oversize cardboard blocks (storage box included). The card table is kept folded up in the dining room out of the way, and I pulled it from the hiding place, and B wanted to carry it over to the softer rug in the living room. She didn't want help. She is not-quite-seven years old, so big enough, but the table is still twice her size.
I told her "be careful not to hit any of the furniture and, don't knock over the Christmas Tree. Watch where you're going, and don't step on any of the tiny invisible people." O.o
Honest, guys, I have NO IDEA where that came from. Tiny Invisible People? Really brain? What the hell? But I went with it when she looked at me with the "are you crazy" look. I just wanted her to watch where she was going and be careful. All of a sudden I am spinning a load of blarney about the society of mice-fighting people who live in the house, and hide things like keys and toys. I had her pretty well convinced there were legions of tiny invisible people everywhere. And when she was doubtful about it, I got my mom to back me up with absolutely no prompting. B went right up to her and asked point blank if there were such a thing. "Of course we have tiny invisible people! You must be careful not to step on them!"
Reason number eighty-six billion three hundred and sixty two why I love my mom.
She has got to be the most exhausting child I've come across. Not only does she talk without ceasing, she has an enormous "I want" streak. Every other sentence seems to be "Can I have?" and she does not take no for an answer. She will just continue asking until she wears you down. Although, I am a mean mean auntie and for me no means no.
Anyway, she wanted to set up a "fort" in the living room, which consists of a folding card table, two animal pillows, two fleece blankets that get thrown over the card table that make sides, and a box of oversize cardboard blocks (storage box included). The card table is kept folded up in the dining room out of the way, and I pulled it from the hiding place, and B wanted to carry it over to the softer rug in the living room. She didn't want help. She is not-quite-seven years old, so big enough, but the table is still twice her size.
I told her "be careful not to hit any of the furniture and, don't knock over the Christmas Tree. Watch where you're going, and don't step on any of the tiny invisible people." O.o
Honest, guys, I have NO IDEA where that came from. Tiny Invisible People? Really brain? What the hell? But I went with it when she looked at me with the "are you crazy" look. I just wanted her to watch where she was going and be careful. All of a sudden I am spinning a load of blarney about the society of mice-fighting people who live in the house, and hide things like keys and toys. I had her pretty well convinced there were legions of tiny invisible people everywhere. And when she was doubtful about it, I got my mom to back me up with absolutely no prompting. B went right up to her and asked point blank if there were such a thing. "Of course we have tiny invisible people! You must be careful not to step on them!"
Reason number eighty-six billion three hundred and sixty two why I love my mom.
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