We have the most bizarre lunchtime conversations here. Sometimes I am just compelled to share them with my husband, live, on instant message:
me: Mara just said: “Mommy, I wonder how long Micah will be here?” (What do you mean, Mara? Micah is our brother. He lives here. All the time.) “Oh. I didn’t know Micah is our brother. I just thought he came here for a reason.” 12:59 PM on Thursday
Daniel: She thought he was a visiting relative? That is kind of disturbing. 1:01 PM on Thursday
me: Now she said: “I wonder how long Mommy will stay.”
Daniel: Is she just trying to get a reaction? Why is she asking these things?
me: who knows 1:03 PM on Thursday
Daniel: Did you ask her?
me: Yes, she said, “Because I think you are not my mommy. I think you are someone else.”
Daniel: Still more disturbance. Who does she think her mommy is? 1:06 PM on Thursday
me: Now she said, “Mommy, I would like to get down.” And I said, “I’m not your mommy. Who are you talking to?” And she said, “NOW you are.” It’s quite arbitrary.
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A few moments later, lunch was over, and Mara and Micah were looking out the window.
Mara decided to get down and come see me. “I’m going to go see my mom–my usual mom,” she clarified. “That mom,” she added, pointing at me.
She ran over to me and declared, “You’re the best mom I’ve ever seen! IIII love you because you’re cuter than any dog I’ve ever wanted.”
Then she asked: “Why are you laughing?” She picked up the newspaper. “I’m just going to go read the paper until you quit laughing.”
Giving me a big hug, she said, “Of ALL the cute dogs in the whole world, I love YOU the best.”
Really? I don’t deserve this child.
“I keep saying these funny things?” she asked. “That’s why you’re laughing?”
Please! Somebody stop her!