It is obvious to those who read my blog that I love children. Especially when they are sleeping. I think one of the things I love the most is their ability to view the world with rose colored glasses. What's white is white (unless you are playing in a tree house and all bets are off on the color of their clothes when they come back), and what's black is black. Period, end of discussion.
While this trait is endearing, it can also work against you. Kind of like a double edge sword.
For instance, because of this blatant honesty, and a propensity to blurt out the truth to anyone who asks, I made it a habit to never tell my children my real age. I was able to do this successfully until my mom (bless her heart) put two candles in the shape of the #4 on my last birthday cake. My cover was blown. Because everyone who is anyone knows that 8 year olds have no censorship and a memory like an elephant, unless you are talking about homework assignments.
The following week, we went to Golden Corral for lunch, and I always make sure to state my children's ages because we get a discount. I was feeling rather upbeat (can you hear the wind between my ears?) so I said "We have an 11 year old and an 8 year old, and then two 29 year olds." My darling child, who must not be from my womb, rolled her eyes and announced loudly, "Mom, you're not 29, you're 44."
Did I tell you that it was really crowded in there that day?
Comments
That cat is really hard to put back in the bag huh!
I'm 44. Does that make you feel better? No? Well, I tried.
♥Pam
Posted by: Pam at September 3, 2006 7:12 PM
I hate to tell you how old I am (I could be your mother). Don't you just love your kids' honesty? I hope you are writing all these down so you can remind/embarrass them when they get older. Payback's a bitch, honey.
Posted by: motherkitty at September 3, 2006 7:32 PM
I love stories like those (when they happen to OTHER people ha ha ha)
Posted by: Lisa W. at September 3, 2006 7:37 PM
I am with Pam, remember and embarass them later. Bill is 13 years older than I am and one of my children tried to tell her teacher I was 51 the other day, does that make you feel better?
Posted by: Melonie at September 3, 2006 11:29 PM
LOL...aren't kids so funny! I'm sorry you were embarassed though but still I hafta laugh. *s*
Posted by: Chi at September 4, 2006 3:37 AM
"Mature" -- not Old.
Posted by: john cowart at September 4, 2006 9:17 AM
Hi visiting from Michele's and wanting to look around....looks like a fun place. I notice you are reading "Gods in Alabama." I actually have that book but haven't started it yet (along with some others)....will I like it? Is it a good book so far?
Posted by: Deana at September 4, 2006 11:03 AM
Well of course she said that! Didn't you get your secret copy of the Childs Handbook? It's right there...chapter 4, page 96, "Embarrass your parents at every opportunity. If you happen to be with your mother be sure and state her actual age whenever possible."
Yeah - it's there - trust me. ;-)
Posted by: Tammi at September 4, 2006 11:41 AM
THIS is why you save the embarrasing baby photos!! They come in handy when boys/girls are old enough to date,,,,
Posted by: Michele at September 4, 2006 5:49 PM
Moogie it's not 44 it's 21 again.......
I totally agree you have the embaressing photo's time for revenage but not just now, soon enough.....
Posted by: G Dawg at September 5, 2006 8:33 AM
