They outsmart me

Lia said, “Mama, I really really want to be six.”
I told her, “You’ll be six in six months.”
Lia: “But I really want to be six now!”
Me: “What if you always want to be older and older and one day you’re 110 and then you’re dead! Do you want that?”
Lia:” No, mama. I just want to be six.”

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Etan: “No! It’s not ours. It’s mine!”
Etan refers to body glitter as “glittery” and he loves to smear it on his face like some sparkly West Hollywood savage. The ambulance is “my siren.” Chocolate yogurt is “brown yogurt” and when I try to sneak in pureed fruit or veggies, he calls me on it and refuses to eat it.

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Lia & I tussled the other morning the other day over getting dressed. I decided to pull rank and just force the clothes onto her. In the process I scratched her somehow and drew a speck of blood. Tears were shed. Later that day, I apologized to her for being forceful and for her getting hurt. I still wanted her to be more cooperative, however. She said,” Mama, sometimes you just need to calm down.”

And later, when I repeated the story to Will while laughing at her sage wisdom, she said, hurt, “It’s not funny, Mama.”