Last week my six-year-old, Evie, got some juice out of the fridge without asking. She insisted that she did ask, but I knew she couldn’t be trusted. I sent her to her room for a couple of minutes.
This week Evie made sure to inquire before taking the juice.
Can I please have some juice?
Yes, you can, but just a little.
(She heads to the kitchen, then comes back about ten seconds later without juice.)
Mom, did you mean it? Were you really listening, or was this just one of those times when you said you were listening, but not really listening, and then going to get mad at me for getting juice?
And a late-night story, courtesy of my three-year-old.
Mommy, can I tell you something?
What? That you’re being naughty and don’t want to go to bed?
No, just that I love you.
Grumpy Grateful Mom Goal of the Day: Lowering my motherly mishap rate.
I’ll be linking this to “Proud” Mommy Moments on Thursday.