Our four-year-old is in that stage where she asks the same question over and over. I remember when our oldest was in this stage. We used to hide upcoming events from him so that we didn’t have to answer questions about it fifty times a day until the actual day came. I have forgotten that skill and instead find myself repeatedly answering the same question. The good news is that my two-year-old seems to be entering this stage extra-early, meaning we sometimes have two little ones performing this act at the same time!
Goody.
Anyhow, on Monday night, I made a large batch of almond meal scones, enough for us to eat on for breakfast for three mornings. She saw me making them and even asked when we could have one to eat and I told her it was for breakfast the next morning.
Big mistake.
Later that night, I ran in from my baking to give out bedtime kisses {Si had done the tucking-in routine}.
Her: Mommy?
Me: Yes?
Her: When we eat scones?
Me: We’ll have them for breakfast tomorrow morning. {Go to kiss Q. goodnight.}
Her: Mommy? When we eat scones?
Me: For breakfast.
Her: Um. When we eat scones?
At this point, she seemed to know that she shouldn’t keep asking, but her brain was stuck like a record-player and she just couldn’t stop herself. I don’t know if she was processing this information out loud, or if she just liked the answer or what {this usually happens in connection with something she’s looking forward, and was the same with our oldest}, but whatever it is she continued asking the whole time I was in there. In fact, I finally did this:
Her: Mommy? When we eat–
Me: A.! What are we having for breakfast tomorrow?!
Her: Scones.
Me: Good. Quit asking. Goodnight.
Apparently the Big Kid was listening to this from his room and found it very amusing. I, of course, didn’t know this. So I innocently went into his room to give him a kiss.
Him: Mom?
Me: Yes?
Him: What’s for breakfast?
Me: Scones. Goodnight.
Him: What’s for breakfast?
Me: {sounding annoyed} Scones.
Him: Mom, what’s for breakfast?
That was when I ran out of the room screaming, and he was just lying there cackling. I should have known I was in for it when I could hear in the sound of his voice that his eyes were twinkling their wicked twinkle.
I have the naughtiest children.
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Well, there you are, Nanny Y. I’ve missed you. And you are probably right, you know. However, they are the naughtiest children I ever knew.
Of course, I didn’t know many children until almost seven years ago. 😉
Anne Marie,
Do I get extra points for the fact that she also knows the words coffee and blueberry hot tea? I am preparing her for a proper womanhood. 🙂
just to have your daughter know the word scone is good enough for me!
bravo!
Cutest or funniest children, maybe. But I don’t think they are the naughtiest. 🙂 I love these “Darndest Things” post!