I would LOVE it if I could, just once, understand my kid’s thought process. How often I shake my head and say “What were you thinking?”
“Were you thinking???”
Just the other day CamCam and Nolie were downstairs playing. I heard CamCam cry, so I went to see what was up. CamCam was standing at the bottom of the stairs, Nolie was hiding (definite guilty move!) and CamCam’s face was covered in a black sorta haze. My paranoid prone brain naturally went to every worst case scenario that could have produced crying AND a black face.
“What happened to you?” No answer.
“What did Nolie do?” No answer
“What’s happened to your face?!?!” That’s when Nolie saw his chance. He knew he’d be in trouble with the first two questions, but on this one he was scott-free. He came bouncing out of hiding and exclaimed “CamCam ate the stamps!”
Apparently my boys were playing with stamps, and CamCam decided to lick the inkpad.
“What were you thinking? Why on earth would you lick the inkpad?!?”
Naturally, he had a perfectly logical explanation: “Because, I was playing basketball and so then I ate the black.”
Well, logical to him anyways.
I really wish I could say they grow out of this. But, alas, experience has taught me that this is not so.
Last year, when my oldest son was 12, I went into his room and saw that his comforter had a big hole in it.
“What did you do to your comforter???”
”Nothing, it ripped.”
”There’s no way that it ripped like that.”
”Yes it did.”
”You seriously expect me to believe that it ripped in a perfect square.”
silence
”Did you cut it?”
”Yeah.”
”Why did you cut it?”
”I spilled lemonade.”
(trying to wrap my brain around that one)”So why would you cut it if you spilled lemonade on it, I can just wash it.”
”No, I didn’t spill lemonade on it, I spilled it on the shelf here.”
(trying not to scream) ”I don’t get it.”
”I didn’t have any towels to wipe it up with.”
”So you thought cutting your comforter was the best idea?!?”
”What else was I supposed to do?”
I have a feeling that once they’re teenagers, it only gets worse.
