I live for Wednesdays. On Wednesdays, Mr. Dad works late and I get to pick up Miss A from school. If he’s working really late, we go do something fun, just the two of us. Tonight was dinner at a local restaurant, a trip to the Apple Store, and a trip to the scrapbooking store.
The scrapbooking store I went to tonight has some novelty books. First, she ran to the “Goodnight iPod book” all excited, thinking it was “Goodnight Moon”. Unfortunately, the other book she ran to was the “Go the Fuck to Sleep” book. Upon seeing it, thinking it was a kids book, her face LIT UP.
“Oooh Mommy! What’s this book called?” she asked.
“Um…’Go to Sleep.'” I replied.
She looked at me quizzically and then back at the book. Unfortunately…she can now READ. Which makes avoiding issues like this a lot more challenging.
“Go…the…ffff…ehh…hey mommy, what’s this F-word?” she asks.
“It’s a grown-up word.” I reply.
“Oh. Hey can you read this to me?” She asks.
“Hey! Look at this cute book with puppies over here!” I reply.
Whew. Quick thinking, Mommy. Quick thinking.
It did set the mood for the night, though, when I was trying to get her to go to bed and she was very loudly singing “I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT” over and over again. For ten minutes.