“No we’re not having pizza tonight. Daddy just got back from a business trip, and tonight’s his night to pick what we eat and what we do.
What?! Why? Why is there a Daddy night? Why isn’t there a day about me?! When’s my night? When is kids night!?
Um, yeah. Every night is kids’ night. Every. Single. Night.”
(Sighs. Uncorks wine bottle…)
Note to future self: Remind my kids of this when they are teenagers and want me to do stuff for them. I will not be able to, as I will be so verrrry old.
I know my kid learned about Presidents’ Day at preschool. I also know in my 4 year-old’s mind I am old as dirt already. Proof?
Her: Do you know Abraham Lincoln?
Me: Sure. He was one of the presidents of the United States.
Her: No! Do you know him, know him?!
Me: No, honey. He lived over a hundred years ago.
Her: Well, Mommy, you are verrrry old. You must know him.
Me: (Indistinctly mutters to self. Pours second cup of coffee.)