The All-Knowing Mother
Yesterday over breakfast, I enlightened our kids about the day's plans.
Me: Well, first there's preschool.
Preschooler: I don't want to go to preschool!
Me: Why don't you want to go to preschool? It's so much fun! You get to play and sing and do art projects and read and...
Preschooler: I don't want to go because (name omitted) doesn't listen to the teacher.
Me: Oh. Well, if he's not listening to the teacher, why don't you just ignore him?
Preschooler: Because I just don't like him.
Me: But why don't you like him?
Preschooler: Stop asking me things! You're the one who knows everything, not me!
Me: (mildly amused--and slightly smug--silence)
Me: Well, first there's preschool.
Preschooler: I don't want to go to preschool!
Me: Why don't you want to go to preschool? It's so much fun! You get to play and sing and do art projects and read and...
Preschooler: I don't want to go because (name omitted) doesn't listen to the teacher.
Me: Oh. Well, if he's not listening to the teacher, why don't you just ignore him?
Preschooler: Because I just don't like him.
Me: But why don't you like him?
Preschooler: Stop asking me things! You're the one who knows everything, not me!
Me: (mildly amused--and slightly smug--silence)
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