When did I become that mom...You know...the mom who is apparently being too much of a mom?
I decided after Ayris got home from Valleyfair tonight that she was in need of a shower...as soon as I got her and Asher settled in on their washcloths in the shower I grabbed the soap and starting washing Ayris' legs...and that's when she said:
"Muh-oooommmm-mmmm!"
She might as well have said:
"Muh-ooommmm-mmmm!, do you really have to be a chaperon on EVERY single fieldtrip I take?"
OR:
"Muh-oommmm-mmm!, we're just going to dinner and a movie...do you really expect me to call you every hour on the hour?" (Um...yes, I do sweetie.)
OR:
"Muh-oommmm-mmm!, stop pinching my butt and telling me how cute I am...I'm 16 now and you're lucky I'm being seen with you in public in the first place..."
Those of course, are all likely scenarios that will take place sometime in the near future...but for now, seriously, I never would have thought my 3.5 year old would whip out the "I'm old enough to take care of myself/what is wrong with you/you embarrass me/Muh-oommm-mmm!" phrase.
Another sign of her impending maturation...tonight as I was laying with her in bed, she had put her new pink puppy that Grandma Sooner got her from V.F. right by my head saying that he was going to snuggle with me. After a few minutes of that, I moved him over to Ayris' side:
Ayris: Mom, why did you move him? (Even calling me mom gives me pause...what happened to Mommy?)
Mommy: Oh, because he said that he wanted to snuggle with you instead.
Ayris: No he didn't.
Mommy: Actually he did.
Ayris: No, he didn't mom, he can't talk.
Well that's funny because yesterday I found a bunch of smashed up cookies on a blanket...yeah, Ayris was feeding her stuffed horses...because they were hungry. She had quite the conversation going with those horses. And yet, the pink puppy can't talk?
Yesterday my girl was into pretend play and dress up...today my child is quite possibly working her way up to being the next Rhodes Scholar.
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