Saturday night, Daniel offered to take the kids Christmas shopping (for me, yay!) so I could go work out at the gym. I thought this was a great idea after being cooped up with my sick children all week, and now that they were better, I was enjoying a big chunk of Saturday freedom (Daniel also did soccer duty and I got to go solo to a baby shower, seriously, I can not remember the last time I had a whole day to myself like that).
I went to get in the car on the driveway, and I see the door in the garage crack open and a little triangle of light. I was being followed. I knew Daniel was upstairs feeding Peyton, so that meant...
"MOOOOOM!"
Yep, it was Sam, and she was yelling for me. I was afraid if I ignored her and drove away, she would follow me out of the house and wander into the street, or get scared in the dark garage if I closed the door on her. So I did what any lazy, but not psychopathic person would do, and yelled back "WHAAAAT?"
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"
"TO THE GYM, SAM!"
"Oh." Then after a few moments' pause, "WHAT'S A GYM?"
Since she's small, and the "big car" was still in the garage, I couldn't actually see her, so it was like having a conversation with a disembodied voice into the void.
"IT'S A PLACE WHERE I CAN GO EXERCISE!"
"Oh! I EXERCISE HERE!"
"I KNOW THAT, SAM! BYE!"
"I'M GOING SHOPPING WITH DADDY!"
"YEP. HAVE FUN WITH DADDY!"
"WE'RE GOING TO JC PENNEY!"
"I KNOW!"
"BUT I HATE JC PENNEY!"
"I'M SORRY TO HEAR THAT!"
"OKAY, THEN. BYE, MOM!" And the crack of light was gone.
Yep. There you have it folks. Parenting at its finest. Weirdest shouted conversation I've ever had. My apologies to the neighbors.
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