I picked Pea up from her new school the other day and she says:
“I wub my new cool Mommy.
Really? You love it? Why?
Cud it’s so amazing and it’s just so awesome.
What? Who are you? How are you even saying those big words.
Well, duh Pea. I know your name. I named you”
My conversations with her have become increasingly complex lately and I just wonder how on Earth these words have just come.
Last weekend, I sent her to her room to nap and she was not happy about it. She shouted downstairs to me:
“Mom, you’re not the boss of me!”
What? I didn’t respond because part of me wanted to laugh and part of me thought who the eff does this kid think she’s talking to?
The other morning she comes into my room as I am trying my best to sleep in and she says
“Mom! It’s time for panties!
(She wears diapers to bed so that if there is an “accident” she doesn’t wake us all up)
Okay, Pea. Go get your panties.
I attempt to go back to sleep and then:
Mom! Can we both go down-a-tairs togedder?
(What? I have never heard her say together… What is happening to my child?)
Well, Pea… Mommy is really sleepy. Can you watch TV in my room for a while?
Okay Mom. Thanks Mom.
Other conversations include:
Mom, why are deez cars mobin like that?
Because, Pea, this is a parking lot and cars move around in a parking lot.
While watching The Voice on tv:
Mom can I go to the concert on tv?
The concert on tv? Uh no Pea, that’s not a concert, they are in a competition for singing.
Yea, I am going to sing on tv too
I really believe that Pea, I think you will sing on tv one day
Yeah, when I 12, 13 yeard old
12, 13 years old?! What?!
Yeah, that’s when I sing on tv
I love this child. Our conversations in the car after work make my day. She just has so many questions- and many times, she has the answers (or so she thinks) and she just amazes me. She is an absolute blessing that I thank God for every day.
My baby is growin’ up y’all.