"Ohs Mama?" as in today at the park when she could hear me and couldn't see me. "WHERE's Mama?"
"Ohs? Mama?" as in "WHAT on God's green earth are you doing now Mama?"
"Ohs? Lollipop!" as in "WHEN are you going to give me the lollipop you promised but keep forgetting to give me?"
"Ohs! Mama help!" as in, "HOW do I put underpants on over my purple tights, green velour pants, and diaper while wearing a bear hat and eating a chocolate cupcake? Help me! Hellllp me!"
Even yesterday, G asked, "Ohs Mama?" as in, "WHY on earth are you my mother? I really don't get your need to prevent me from experimenting with icy puddles when it is below zero, heights greater than my body length, and gravity in a free fall - not to mention your insistence on keeping a coat on during most of these events. You are such a drag."
Sometimes I wonder myself, "Ohs Mama?" Why indeed am I their mother? I put my University degrees to good use and pull out the Ancient Philosophers trick from my mommy-pocket of wisdom. Ancient Philosophers are the only things that seem to give my children pause of late. I replied to her, "An unexamined life is not worth living."
G's answer to this is to reply, "'xamine. Yah." Then, she sucked her fingers, cuddled with her fifi, and revisited the frozen puddle dread.
I told you, I can only hope for my children to pause these days...
G's answer to this is to reply, "'xamine. Yah." Then, she sucked her fingers, cuddled with her fifi, and revisited the frozen puddle dread.
I told you, I can only hope for my children to pause these days...