Toa: Do I have to go to bed?
Me: Yes. Goodnight. (I proceeded into the bathroom.)
Toa: Why does Sweetling not have to go to bed.
Me: (shut the bathroom door. I hear the rest of the conversation continue on without me.)
Toa (to Sweetling): Why do you not have to go to bed?
Sweelting: Because I'm practically an adult.
Toa: I can't wait till I'm practically an adult.
Sweetling: Well, it's a little be scary to think about being completely an adult.
Toa: You can do it Sweetling. Mommy's an adult. And she manages every day.
Sweetling: I'm not sure that counts.....her being *her* and all.
Toa: All teenagers say that about their parents.
Sweetling: No, some teenagers say stuff about their parents because they don't like their parents. I'm just saying, Mommy is more like a fairy princess or something.
Me: With unicorn slippers!!!
Sweetling: Yes. Just like that.
Friday, November 14, 2014
This conversation happened in our house around midnight last night. I was on my way down the hall to the bathroom. Toa of Boy was coming out of the bathroom, and Sweetling just happened to be coming out of her bedroom.