Some days, I like to pretend to be an idiot and see how annoyed Kid gets with me. Hence, this scene:
It was a gray, rainy morning. Wind was blowing our last few rust colored leaves off the maple trees. Kid marched stiff-legged out of my room wearing her nightgown and my tall, rose-printed rain boots (fancy shmacy, eh?) which came up past her knees. She took off the boots and lined them up next to her feet.
She pointed to her feet and then the adjacent boots. “These are my real feet, and these are my pretend feet.”
“Those are your real feet??” I say, feigning shock and pointing at her small toes.
With her face scrunched into a fist, she teetered on one leg, while holding up the other leg straightened out with her foot in my direction. Her eyes rolling back in her head, she said, “Uh, yeah! ConNECTED!” (you, ignoramus mommy!!)
Oh. Foot connected to leg. When will I ever learn?
Good thing she has such patience.
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