The other day my sweet 6 yr old Mimi came running up to me proudly declaring, “I have a diarrhea! I write in it.”
Excuse-moi?
OHHHHH a Diary. Got it. Not going to correct that one, Diarrhea it will remain.
Thankfully, Mimi wanted me to read her Diarrhea so I didn’t have to read it without permission (which I fully intend to do until she turns 18).
It’s good to get your thoughts out. These are Mimi’s.
“My mom is a Unicorn.”
Mama reaction: Nicely done. Flattering. Good phonetic spelling. Capital letters and a period. Brava.
“I Hat my mom.”
Mama reaction: Thanks a lot, school. Teaching my kid to read just so she can send me hate mail?
Whatever, it’s the badge of motherhood. She hates me! Or she wants to open a hat shop with me.
“I have a boyfriend he is so nice.”
Mama reaction: OH SH!T.
“I like boys because they are nice.”
Mama reaction: Horror. No. No no no no no. This is not happening already.
“I love my feces?”
Mama reaction: I’m glad you have a diarrhea to write that in.
5/3/13
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6 comments:
Awesome.
i am ready for her to start a blog.
yes to the reading of the diary! if it's in my home, i get to read it... (with out them knowing of course! how else will I know what they're really up to!!)
You're only a few years ahead of me and can't wait until I read my daughters first diarrhea
I think she must want to open a Hat Shop with you.
I LOVED this. I agree with Camille...next comes a blog.
Do you remember when you ran away when I read your "Journal?" You left it open on your bed.
Pam
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