I had this conversation with Mari just before Christmas.
Me - Mari, lets go into this store so we can get Robbie his Christmas present.
Mari - I know what we should get Robbie.
Me - What?
Mari - Flowers.
Me - I dunno honey. I'm not sure Robbie would be thrilled to get flowers for Christmas.
Mari - He would.
Me - No. Mari, sorry but we are not getting him flowers.
Mari - Mommy?
Me - Yes.
Mari - Why do I have such an old Mom?
Me - Well, I guess I'm just the age I am. You are stuck with me.
Mari - Mommy? Why do I have such a mean old mom?
Me - Mari? Why do I have such a mean daughter?
Mari - I'm not mean, you mean.
Me - (to myself) I am not having this argument with a four year old! (to Mari) OK, come with me, lets go shopping.
I thought I'd wait at least until the early teens for these kind of conversations. Oh well.
Just thought it was kind of a fun story.
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Oh that girl is a monkey! Too funny!
She is always thinking that one! Turkey. If it makes you feel better Keaton went through a phase- when he was in trouble for something or not getting his way, he would scream at me: You are a mean Mommy!!! You are the meanest Mommy ever! Ah, such loving children.
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