Yesterday on the way to Becca’s soccer practice she says to me, “Mom, I have to tell you something. But I don’t want to tell you until we get to soccer.” Well, we’re almost there, so I tell her, “No, just tell me now, Becca. We’re almost to soccer.”
“No, Mom. I am not going to tell you until we get to soccer. You will forget if I tell you now.”
Right. We’re like, two minutes from soccer.
“Becca, you need to just tell me now. I will not forget.”
“Yes, you will forget Mom. Your mind is too soft.”
Imagine my stunned silence followed by laughter. My mind is too soft? Where on earth?
“Becca! Where did you hear that?”
“I made it up in my own head.”
I should have known.
So we get to soccer. “Becca, we’re here now. What did you want to tell me?”
“If you go to the park with the Elise while I’m playing soccer, tell me so I know where you are.”
“Of course, Becca. I will not forget.”
“You might.”
“Go play soccer.”
4 comments:
She must have been concerned about where you were going to be :) Quite the "little mommy" (needing to know where you are at all times). Too cute! That's funny she thought your brain was soft...wonder how she came up with that one?
I guess a "soft head" is better than a hard one.
Julie, that was funny. I laughed. Out loud, even. That Becca is *very* cute.
Don't worry Julie, I have a 'soft' brain too. :)
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