Girl-Child and I ran some random errands yesterday, one being a trip to the bank. I needed to make a deposit, old school style. For some reason she loves the bank. She likes to run inside and claim one of the chairs in the smallish waiting area. Some kids want ponies; give her a chair at the bank go figure. Although, I'm sure if there were a pony inside the bank, she'd want that. Anyway, she got comfy in her seat while I tried to remember our account number filled out a deposit slip [who does that anymore?!]. I told her to stay right there because I didn't want her getting up and running back and forth from the chair to me (it's as if I've experienced that before or something) and she gave me the quiet signal; finger to lips (i.e. "use your library voice, Mom"). When finished with that tiresome item on the list of things one does at a bank, she and I took our place in line; right behind Random Man Who Resembles Elliot Gould.
RMWREG: I've never seen a child so happy to be at the bank!
Me: I know. I don't get it either. It's her thing.
RMWREG: I'm surprised she didn't head straight for the toy area.
Me: Did you just say that out loud? STFU Elliot Gould! I don't think she knows about it. I never showed her.
(editor's note: yes there is a child's corner with toys in our bank)
At this point, Girl-Child wanted to be picked up, because she wanted a BIG hug. So I obliged.
Girl-Child: I love you. *kiss kiss on my face*
Me: I love you too!
Girl-Child: You're my best mommy.
Me: You're my best girl!
There was more kissing and hugging and it was all very gooey sweet. I did not train her to do this. OBVIOUSLY she's very advanced for a four year old and read yesterday's blog post.
RMWREG: I have a 13 year old.
Me: Oh?
RMWREG: Cherish this. Remember it.
Me: Oh, I will.
RMWREG: Before they tell you they hate you.
Girl-Child: I want down.
Me: Well, I do have an eleven year old. So what you're saying is I've got two more years?
Girl-Child: PUT ME DOOOOOOWWWNN!!!
Me: Maybe not.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
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Snort! Now I will wipe the coffee I blew out my nose OFF my keyboard...
LOL! Your lucky, my 5 year old tells me she hates me all the time...
"You're my best Mommy" - how wonderful to hear that!
And toys in the bank? What kind of utopia do you live in?
Hi! Just found your blog. I like the little words in red contrasted with the caps. Was able to imagine what was going on. Poor Elliot must have been jealous.
I like that you're her best mommy.
When I recall my personality/behavior/attitude at 13, I feel really, really sorry for my mom for having to deal with it. :(
You're so cool, you'll probably bypass the rude years. Well, maybe...
Your girl sounds so...adorable, despite yesterday's post. :) Isn't it amazing what they love to do! Maybe the bank is this exotic place BECAUSE you never do the deposit thing? And you know, special errands with Mommy makes their day!
Don't worry. By the time she hits college, she'll be your BFF again.
I think she was just scared of RMWREG, and wanted to get a safe distance away.
My heart goes out to RMWREG. Although I try not to scare other mothers at the bank with my teen girl war stories. Let them live with the illusion as long as they can, is what I say.
I love me some toddlers, but good god, they are moodier than a man. I don't even want to know about boy toddlers.
the ooey gooey can turn on you in a flash.
Kids that love boring errands are the best. Lucky you.
They really know how to ruin a good moment. Don't they.
I have to tell you, I wish you could substitute George Clooney for Elliot Gould in this story, how funny!
I hate having to go in the bank, I will actually drive two towns over because my bank has a drive through there.
The Weather Channel with all its Doppler Radar couldn't keep up with the mood changes in my 6 year old girl.
Love the gooey stuff.
Can't believe he mentioned the toys. People have been shot for lesser offenses.
My son loves the bank too. What's up with that? Oh wait, I know... it's the lollypops.
ha ha - great post. i was thinking (up until the very end...), "Wow, did she train Girl-Child to do that? Did they have to practice the scene multiple times in the living room before leaving the house?" ha ha
I love how parents of teenagers always look at you with downtrodden expressions and sad, hollow eyes and offer words of sage wisdom...as their eyes beg you to save them! ;)
I have to say, "strangers" with opinions can be SO annoying, which is why I'd like to take this moment to hog the stage and give a brief synopsis of the meaning of childhood, "Umm, Um!" (Clearing my throat now.) Now, let's begin with what you're doing wrong...(wink, wink)
Two weeks......that's how much time you have before girl-child throws you a curve ball and spirals downward to that dark, scary place. I feel a real tantrum coming on.
Bless you, my child.
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