The vast bulk of my conversation in a given day lately has gone something like this:
P: Mama, I have a surprise for you!
M: Oh, how exciting! What is it?
P: (mysteriously) It’s a surprise
M: Ok! Can I have it?
P: Yes! Here it is! (hands me an invisible package)
M: Ooh! What is it?
P: Unwrap it!
M: Ok! (mimes unwrapping) Wow! I love it! What is it?
P: What is it?
M: (sotto voce) I don’t know, what should it be?
P: No! You tell me!!
M: Oh-kay! It’s a beautiful sweater! Thank you so much…
P: It’s not a sweater
…ad infinitum.
Some variation of this conversation happens All. Day. Long. I’m required to guess what dolls are thinking or saying, where worms are in the garden, what the cats are doing at any given moment. I’m not allowed to say I don’t know, and I’m not allowed to ask Phoebe for the answer, or what she thinks about the topic in question.
I’m getting a little sick of this game.
Garden Goodness
In other news, our peas are up! Four tiny bright green shoots have emerged from the dirt (along with many weeds – already). I hope at least a few more come up. We planted close to a dozen, I think, and one third is not a satisfying rate of return for me. I have almost finished turning over the soil in the rest of the garden plot, so if the weather cooperates we’ll be planting more in the next couple of days.
Also the lilacs are nearly in full bloom, the apple trees are covered with blossoms, and the entire backyard smells like floral delight. I thought about cutting some branches to bring inside, but the messiness of the house deterred me. It’s pathetic and infuriating.
LOL- i love that whatever you guess is WRONG!
Oh yeah – Mama is wrong no matter WHAT!
Oh, your lilacs are in bloom already?!?! I’ve just got teeny tiny buds. I’m jealous.
Your daughter has a great imagination but I can imagine that it’d get tiring after a while. Maybe you could open the gift, shake your head and tell her she needs to go into the other room and process a return for some other item. Or, tell her she needs to spent 1/2 hour assembling it for you.
That’s a good idea – I’ll give it a try. The one today that left me stumped was “Mama, what are my pants thinking?” Um? How should I know? For so many reasons!
That game would get old very fast. It is funny how they can find these “games” that seem so cute at first but eventually drive Mom to complete insanity!