She’s one tough cookie. She’s also smarter than I am. I’m usually reminded of that on a daily basis. Below I present two recent interactions with the girl I’m starting to call “The Interrogator”.
Sydney wanted to build a fort out of pillow cushions and sleep there overnight. She was disappointed that her big brother did not want to join her, but welcomed the notion that I, her mother, would spend the night. First, I had to meet her strict criteria.
“Do you snore?”
“Do you twitch?”
“Do you talk in your sleep? You know, blaaaaaah?”
Sydney and are were driving back from the ice cream shop at dusk. Here in Michigan that means it was after 9pm.
“What time is it?” Sydney asked.
My eyes flicked to the clock. My lips parted slightly as I began to answer her. A sound started to escape my mouth when suddenly I was shut down from the back seat. “And don’t tell me it’s ‘time for a bath’ because that’s not what I want to hear!”
What have your kids or loved ones been grilling you on lately?