Ages

What were you thinking I was talking about?

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In the back of my mind I heard Tyler rustling through my nightstand. Minutes later, there was a loud vibrating sound coming from the living room.
“Eva!  Look what I found in Mama’s room!” he said.  “Look—you can rub it on your head!”
Horrified, I ran to the scene and snatched it away from him.  “How did you find this?” I demanded.  “You must never go into Mama’s things ever again, or you can say good-bye to every last piece of your glow-in-the-dark Thomas the Train Midnight Ride puzzle. Understood?”
Maybe I’m a bit possessive over my back and neck massager, but really.  He can get his own.

A conversation between me and my three-year-old daughter

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Me:  It’s cold out here.
Eva: It’s not cold! It’s hot!
Me: OK, Eva. Come on out of the car, It’s soaking wet out here.
Eva: It’s not wet! It’s dry!
Me:  C’mon. Hurry up.
Eva: No, hurry DOWN!
Me:  Eva, why do you have to argue with everything I say?
Eva: NOOO! I’M NOT ARGUING! …
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In the loop…but not for long.

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Every day, I pick up Tyler from school and ask him how his day went.  And every day, he is silent.

Today when I picked him up, he said, “We had circles today.  We stood up four times, then sat back down again.  I spelled ‘w-o-r-m’ and ‘d-i-r-t’ on our magnets.  But not ‘p-i-e,’ cause that’s not a word.  My classroom has an easel, a kitchen, rubber bands, and cocoons.  It goes ‘egg, caterpillar, chrysalis, butterfly.’  It’s a circle that never, ever ends!”

Finally, I am in the loop!  At least, until he discovers that girls his age are way cooler, smarter, and far more glamorous than his mom.