Yesterday, after a hectic day, I was trying to get the kids to go to the bathroom, get bathed, and get jammies on. I was definitely thinking ahead to getting them in bed, and the chores I had to do. I asked my boys “Did you go potty? Good. Now get in the toilet!” From their laughter, I knew I had said something wrong. So I tried again. “You went to the bathroom. Now would you please get in the potty!” Of course I meant for them to get in the TUB!
My husband teaches at night and frequently takes all the sets of keys with him- leaving us locked in the house. (we have an iron gate…etc. And he needs both sets up of keys- one for driving and one to open the classrooms.) Well, the other night I had this great idea to take all of my girls out for a walk. They are 3, 2, and 1. I got them all ready, went into the garage to get them into the stroller, and realized we didn’t have keys to get out of the gate.
Everyone out of the stroller. Okay, plan 2. We will use the garage door opener and go out through the garage.
Everyone back in the stroller. No, Dad has the garage door button in the van, and I can’t run out fast enough if I hit the button on the wall.
Everyone out of the stroller. This is all going through my head… and I guess I was talking out loud too. I yell out, “Aha, I’ve got it! I am so smart! I will use Daddy’s truck garage door opener and push the stroller out the van side first.”
Everyone back in the stroller. I start to push them out. I think some more. “Darn, that won’t work. Girls, I can’t take you for a walk after all. Daddy’s side of the garage is broken and I can’t reach it to pull it down once it goes up. Sorry.”
To which the 3 year old responds, “So, you’re not so smart?” Evidently.