We're on our way to the playground (by way of a few errands) in the late afternoon. The Boy has not napped (he's giving them up) and is tired and cranky. I peer over him in the Phil & Ted's to see if he's asleep and he reaches out and (lightly) slaps my cheek. "Go away!"
I deliver a brief lecture on hitting that concludes, "We're not going to the playground until you apologize for hitting me."
We accomplish the rest of our errands pleasantly enough, but The Boy has still not apologized.
"Can we go to the playground now?" he asks.
"No, not until you apologize."
"Oh," he says, showing no sign of surrender.
"I guess we're not going to the playground," I say in my best imperious mom voice. He's quiet for a few minutes.
"Mama?" he says.
"Yes," I answer sweetly, already tasting the victory apology.
"What does 'apologize' mean?"
It's so hard to know what they don't know. That's a cute story.
Posted by: midlife mommy | August 22, 2008 at 08:07 PM
One day Chicken asked me what grass was...I think he was four. Oops.
Posted by: Sam | August 22, 2008 at 09:04 PM
Haha! They seem to know so much about everything, then wham! They don't know something we assume they did. While my child isn't quite there cause she's still young, I've seen this with my nieces and nephew.
Posted by: caramama | August 24, 2008 at 04:25 PM