When I was Four, I wanted books and new crayons and a baby doll for Christmas. I don't remember if I got them, but I do remember my then 4 month old brother got a cast iron car and I bashed him in the head with it.
When I was seven, I wanted a Barbie, and some coloring books, and a New Kids on the Block tape for Christmas. I got the most gorgeous-est Barbie ever, and I got coloring books, and I know all the lyrics to every NKOTB song ever, so I think I got that tape.
The point is, I wanted just plain old, regular kid type things.
So I asked the kids if they could have just one gift, what would they like?
Four wants a frog, because Four is freaken goofball and is totally obsessed with all things amphibious, but especially frogs.
"What kind of frog?"
"The kind that hops."
Um, okay.
EJ pipes up, "Mom, I want a laptop for Christmas!"
"A laptop? Child, I don't even have a laptop."
"Mo-om." she said. Which roughly translates to 'Mom, you are so dumb. Every seven year old in the world has a laptop except me.'
"You are not getting a laptop. What else do you want?"
She thought about it, then put her hand on her hip and said, in all seriousness, "If I can't have a laptop, how about a cell phone?"
I about died laughing, and then I realized she wasn't kidding. "EJ, you are seven years old. How about like a doll or something?"
You will never believe what she said to me. You will never believe it.
"Mom. You are So. Lame."
Look, they really ARE for my mental health okay
2 weeks ago
1 comment:
Sounds like seven going on seventeen to me. Yowsers.
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