Here’s a little scene that has been going down more and more frequently at our house these days:
Colin: [singing] “A-B-C-D-E-F-G…”
Kate: [joins in] “H-I-J-K-“
Colin: Mommy? All done?
Now, I am familiar with the saying “Oh, they grow up so fast, don’t they?”, but this seems a little advanced, doesn’t it? I mean, the kid is not even two yet (technically!) and yet he is already embarrassed of me, his loving, selfless and adoring mother! After all I’ve done!
I’m mentally and emotionally preparing myself for the first day of preschool, when I am positive he will tell me his new backpack is “stupid” and to “Please, please, don’t embarrass me in front of my friends, mom”. I am sure if he could unbuckle himself from his car seat, he would ask I drop him off a block early so none of his friends saw his mommy dropping him off in her dumb car. And absolutely no hugs or kisses, please.
That is of course if I understood more than 60% of what comes out of his mouth. That’s probably for the best, really.