I am the master of languages. Need an interpreter for your family? I’m your gal. Spouse speaking Greek? I am at your service. Confused about what your meteorologist is trying to tell you? Allow me. Unsure what those pesky labels mean? I can clear things up. Today, I’m here to help you better understand your preschooler.
At the table:
“I’m full.” – I have a more pressing engagement. Like sticking Legos up my nose.
“I don’t like this.” – It’s not a hot dog or peanut butter sandwich.
“I’m ready for dessert! I ate all my dinner.” I gave it to the dog when you weren’t looking. Ready for some cake?
“This shirt is too small for me. You need to give it to a baby.” It doesn’t have Spiderman on it. It has Bob the Builder, and I will look like a dweeb.
“This shirt fits me just right!” Even though it’s three sizes too small and is compressing my rib cage so hard you can see my heart beat from across the room. It has Spiderman on it. Spiderman!
Out and about:
“I want to walk myself. No stroller.” – I have just enough energy to last until we are equidistant from any exit.”
“I’m ready to go home and take a nap, Mommy.” – I just broke something.
“Sharing is fun!” – Ah, I see that you have ice cream.
“When is Daddy getting home?” I need to ask for something I know you won’t let me have.
“I’m your big helper!” – I just scrubbed the toilet with your toothbrush.
“I’m not doing anything.” I hope you have good insurance.
“I need a drink of water!” I need to make sure everybody’s fun stopped when my light went out.
“Can I sleep in your bed?” – I just peed in mine.