I am completely biased, but I have a brilliant little girl. She sees things in ways I never have. She calculates numbers in a way I never will. I can’t wait to see what she does with her brain and brawn.
That’s why it is such a shame that she suffers from amnesia. She can’t remember that I asked her to clean her room. She has trouble with the concept of putting dirty dishes in the sink. And, more recently, she is forgetful when it comes to taking a washcloth into the shower before stepping into the spray. More often than not I hear a “moooooooooooom” come from the bathroom around the eight minute mark of her showering.
Today, as she was getting in the shower, I was sitting in the kitchen with my boy discussing Greek mythology. He’s six and knows far more than I did, even after joining a Greek organization myself (I can still recite the Greek alphabet before the match burns my fingers though).
Here’s how the conversation went:
Me – “I’ll bet you $1 she forgets the washcloth.”
Boy – “I’ll take that bet. I’ll be right back.”
Me – “Whoa. Where are you going?”
Boy – “I have to go to the bathroom.” (said with a trickster’s smile)
Me – “No way dude! You sit back on this stool and wait for it.”
Boy – “Aw man. What if I really had to pee?”
Me – “Go outside.”
We wait about five minutes and hear the quintessential call. “Mooooooooooom, can you get me a washcloth?”
Me – “Ha! Pay up short stack!”
Boy – “What! You were serious?”
Me – “I want cash, wee one.”
Boy – “This is not how I usually do business.”
Bahahahahaha! I let him keep his bill in exchange for the belly laugh.