I don’t do a lot of Brianna posts here anymore, but this conversation was a little too long for Twitter, and it tickled me so much, I had to share.
B: “Phew, something stinks outside the truck window. What is that? Ohhh, I know, it must be the farmer’s plants…they put special stink stuff on them.”
She ponders this for a few minutes and then says, “Are you going to take the Miata?”
“What?”
“Tomorrow, when Miss Jeri watches me, are you going to take the Miata?”
“No, I don’t think Uncle Adam will fit in the Miata with us”
“Why is Uncle Adam going on date night with you?”
“Because he’s coming along and Miss Jeri is going to babysit you. Maybe next time just Mommy and Daddy will go and Uncle Adam will babysit you.”
“You mean bigsit. I’m not a baby.”
“Well you’re my baby.”
“I know, but I really don’t want you to call me a baby. I would prefer you not call me a baby, because I’m not a baby. How about big-girlsit? Since I’m a big girl now. NOT a baby. Yeah. Big-girlsit.”
“Okay, then, big-girlsit it is” (shoulders shaking, trying desperately not to laugh. And yes, that is exactly the wording she used in the entire conversation. Precocious much?)
One of my old bosses was taking her two year old to day care, when suddenly, in her carseat, the child planted her face in both her palms and disappointedly sighed, “ohh, Mommy.”
Yeah, I had that conversation with my kids. Not the Miata part; the babysitting talk. Literal little things, aren’t they?
Too cute, she’s really growing up. I miss seeing pictures and hearing about Brianna (.5).
I’m stuck wondering why you’re taking your brother with you on date night… ???
Because it’s not really date night. We’re taking him out to meet people. We’ll have date night, don’t worry. He’s more than willing to big-girlsit
So cute. i miss that age. They are so literal. When my son was 6 my grandmother’s brother died leaving her the last remaining sibling. I handed him the phone & said ‘Say sorry to Grandma, her brother died”. He said “Why should I say sorry , I didn’t kill him”.
I guess I hadn’t gotten to the expressing sympathy lesson yet. When I finally stopped laughing I had to tell Grandma why I was laughing. She said”Bless kids – they make you laugh at the worst (& best times)”.
Your story makes me miss my four year old niece – who is just as literal and precocious as Brianna. Oh, these years are so precious & few; they have no idea how much our lives are enriched by their presence. Thank you for sharing.
That is just so cute! I used to big-girlsit my niece: we used to have spelling competitions… I had to spell the names of countries that were once part of the USSR
On a telephone conversation with my 5 yr old niece, she asked me what I was doing and I responded that before she called I was reading there was a pause then she said “You are always reading, you should get over it”
Lol. You can’t fight that logic.
OMG That’s cute!
Too cute. No matter how old they get they’re still our babies