"Zip it. Lock it. Put it in your pocket!"
Sophie, apparently, picked up this charming phrase at daycare. She's been using it, on me, nonstop, for about 2 weeks. Jesus Christ on toast. I have to deal with her sassing me--I know, but do I have to put up with sassing that rhymes?
She's also told me "Put that away or it's mine!" (I was holding a pair of her panties at the time) and "Stop it right now or we can't go outside today!" (Trying, at the time, to do her hair.)
It's always hilarious, interesting, and scary to get Sophie's take of what happened during daycare. Today she reported that Tyler peed on the floor, Chloe took off her pants, and Aidan pushed in line. When I asked what she had for lunch, she told me, "French fries and a pickle." I didn't pick up the menu this week, so I can only hope that was wishful thinking.
At Sophie's demand, we at home all have to line up before going outside and put our hands under the table before we eat (??) .
Yesterday, I went in her room to retrieve roll of paper towels that she had stolen. She had carefully ripped of individual towels, laid them around the room, and placed her Care Bears on them--each with an additional towel on top. When I started to pick up the towels, she shrieked, "The kids are laying on their mats! It's time for quiet time!"
I really hate that there's such a big part of her life that goes on that I don't really know about. I know that she's safe. I know that she's having fun. I just hate that it's without me. Many daycare programs now have webcams that you can check on their website. I wish hers would start something like that.
Today's best thing about being a mom:
Soph's deciding what to be for Halloween. She's gone from Rapunzel to Funshine Bear or Merryweather (a fairy on Sleeping Beauty). Holidays are much more fun when you have a little one to celebrate with.
Today's worst thing about being a mom:
Sophie has settled on "cooter" for her female genital euphemism. She was sitting in the tub, and I was telling her Spanish words for different parts of the body. When I didn't know "Spanish for cooter" she threw a full fledged fit, flooding the bathroom with her screening and splashing. Is there a Spanish word for cooter that isn't totally vulgar?