Take note: This morning while driving Lexi said, "Mom, what would happen if you just ran over a duck. I know, it would DIE."
As I'm digesting this little tidbit, I start to laugh, and laugh, and laugh a little more. I thought it was so funny how serious she was. SHE on the other hand, did not think it was funny at all. She whipped her head to the side and looked out the window. After ignoring me for 10 seconds she whipped her head forward and said, "WHY are you laughing at me?"
I said, "Lexi, I just thought it was funny."
"That was NOT funny." was her reply.
"Sometimes people say things that are funny and that's ok."
"It is NOT funny to laugh at me." She sat in silence and then dove into a monologue. "You know, I still love you though. . . because you, you are my family. I will always love my family. You just need to learn not to laugh at people, but I still love you Mom."
And now I feel adequately reprimanded by my mature four year old.
Rewind a few days ago. Lexi woke up the day after Halloween. I should have bathed the kids before bed, but didn't. Lexi's hair was a disastrous knot. She came out of her room in all her glory sporting a pumpkin headband from her costume. Wayne looked at her and said, "Good morning pumpkin head." She smiled, then immediately frowned. Turned right back down the hall and stomped away.
Wayne looked at me totally baffled. Then he followed her and said, "Lexi. I think it looks cute."
She was not at all thrilled by the compliment. She crossed her arms and said, "HUMPH!"
Again, Wayne looked at me more confused than ever. That's girls for ya Babe. We are in for it.
