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Archives: June 2010
Kit: “Are you lying to me? Tell me the truth.”
I find this very amusing because only the other day I caught Kit with a shark (toy one!) in her mouth in the bath and when I asked why she had put it in her mouth she said she hadn’t and we had a complete lesson on telling the truth and being honest etc. So here is little Madame trying to copy me with our babysitter!
I decide to peep in her room and here is what I find : Kit is perched at the top of the ladder of her bunk bed (top bunk now used only for toys as Kat decided she was too mature for bunk beds or even to share a room with Kit) comfortably seated on the top bunk. Babysitter sitting with a book and a bowl of Kiwi. She is having a laugh as she tries to pronounce ‘truth’ – our babysitter is Spanish and the t and r does not come naturally to her so she is having fun trying to say it together! Kit on the other hand is furious as she is losing her handle on this conversation when the babysitter laughs.
Kit then confirms with me if the babysitter is telling her the truth that eating Kiwi will make her hair grow long and cheeks pink? Well, well, well…here we go again! Don’t feel so good twisting benefits of a Kiwi for her just now (have done it for so many fruits and veggies for the last 10 yrs) especially when I know she doesn’t like Kiwi and is demanding the ‘truth’ up front!
…she is now happily munching an apple (still up on the ladder I think) while the babysitter reads a story from below!
Today is a good day (too early!)– I give Kat her bagel and cream cheese on a plastic zoo animal plate and Kit hers on a princess one. I forget that Kat is not a 3 yo anymore but 10! She has never complained once about the characters on her plate to this day and I must admit I have been using the same plates from so many years now…
Today Kat casually remarks – “Mummy, next time, can you please buy me a plain plastic plate. I don’t really want any characters.” Finally it drives the point home and I feel terribly guilty.
Me: “Of course! In fact, you can eat in a proper adult breakable plate if you want” pointing to the ones Papa and I eat in (Something I should have done few years ago actually)
Kat (surprised): “Really! I have a choice?”
The way she said this made us both laugh so much. She does have a great sense of humour and she knows when to use it. While we both were laughing, Kit wiped her plate clean and was ready for her round of fruit and more…
…Just when I thought Kat was worthy of the ‘adult’ plate, she turned to Kit and said:
“See, mummy loves me more than you. I’m getting the adult plate” She says this in a nasal teasing voice which drives both Kit and me mad!
Perfect example of good day turning bad - I have just recovered after separating Kit Kat – their fights can take unusual turns where age has little meaning!
Kat’s friend: “When you fart, do people behind you see it?”
Kat: “What do you mean?”
Friend: “I mean, does smoke or bubbles or something come out?”
Kat: “No I don’t think so. What do you think mummy?”
Me (flabbergasted! I’m not a fart conversation person and this is not a conversation I feel comfortable with but joys of parenthood…I never liked a smelly nappy either!) :
“No! No! Nobody ever SEES a fart. They can only HEAR or SMELL it!”
I can’t believe I’m actually mouthing all this. It seems more like a conversation Papa would actually enjoy having with the kids! Anyhow the girls break into giggles and this teaser is enough to start little Kit into her favourite ‘Fart song’ which Kat taught her a few days ago:
Kit/Kat farted (replacing names to bug each other)
The earthquake started
All the animals died…!
The girls get all silly and boy! am I glad to get home...
Me: (Noticing that she is almost on the brink of finishing all of it)“Can I have some of it?”
Kit: “Sure” (She does talk like an adult, doesn’t she? Sometimes she'll even add Baby after that!)
Kit hands me the bottle and then sits and waits on that little chair of hers in front of me (a few steps away). I drink a decent amount (thinking I’m not going to get anymore) and then hand the bottle to her sitting down. As she is sitting, she cannot hold the bottle without either of us getting up to pass the bottle around. She surprises me by saying:
Kit: “Do you have any legs? Do they work?”
Without waiting for an answer, she continues…”Then get up and give it to me…come on”
I sit there spell bounded. She says this in a nice and gentle way and not in a mean way. The funny or the scary part is that she sounds JUST LIKE ME (except that she doesn’t sound mean like I must do!) This is exactly what I told Kat the other day when I was getting her used to keeping her bowls in the kitchen sink after she had finished eating fruit etc. WOW! This is how they copy and so quick!! I am amazed – she has used just the right words, right tone, everything – such fast processing! Have to watch what I say next…
Kit: “How do I make things better? I messed it up again! We have a big fight. How can I make it better?"
(She is probably referring to some fight they’ve had when painting when I was happily tapping away on the keyboard, probably thinking they had finally found their ways!)
My heart goes out to her when she looks at me with her big wide eyes and has that expression of a 3yo going to 10!)
Me: “Why don’t you go say sorry – all things can be turned right when you say sorry. Trust me” (Wish it was true, though!)
Me: “Yes” (this time with more conviction)
Kit barges out again (nothing gets done without extra action) and comes back with even greater excitement and surprise on her face!
Kit: “You were right! It worked. Thank you so much mummy. Thank you for saving my life! ” (This last phrase is something she has picked up from some princess story and loves to use ever so often!)
And I have kisses slobbered all over my face…she is gone with just the speed and force that she entered the room and I am left wondering if I learnt anything from the lesson that I have just taught her! Well, time will tell…