Tolerance…To be embraced by all but my 3 year old
Me: (unloading the grocery cart while Peanut is seated in the front of the cart happily singing)
*****A nicely dressed lady walks past us. She has a sleeveless shirt on making visible 2 tattoos on her upper arm.
Peanut: (in a chiding tone…um…somewhat similar to mine) Mommy!!!!! Look.At.Dat!!!!!! She did writed all ober her arms!!!!!! Let’s tell her “No,No!”
*****conversation here speeds up to a pace that my racing mind cannot keep up with – I’m a deer frozen in the headlights…my normally intelligent brain now frozen in a state of paralysis…I know what’s about to happen – I just can’t stop it!
Peanut: “NO, NO LADY!!! YOU HEAR ME!!! WE NO, NO ‘POSED WRITED ON OUW SEWFS”
Me: (Now slinking behind the van in disbelief. Who knew he actually paid attention the last time I told him not to write smiley faces all over his arms and legs, or not to paint purple toenails on his socks? My only hope is that she could not understand his “Peanut-ese”…there was no mistaking that “NO, NO LADY!” though. sigh.
My little one, now grown, said, “Look at that bad lady smoking. Smoking is stinky and will kill her. She is bad.”What can we say when they listen so well.
That is so cute. My son, when he was that age, would yell at any parent of a crying baby. “Why you mean to the baby?” Where’s a good rock to crawl under when you need one?
That’s a funny story Jennifer!