"Mom, are you sure we are related?"
This is what came out of my dear sweet daughter's mouth the other night. Let me give you a little preface...
Megan is a 'princess', a drama queen, a diva. She doesn't even deny it. She likes to play dress up. Her favorite Christmas present was a makeup set from her brother. She would paint her fingernails every day of the week if I would allow it. She has been asking for high heels for about a year now. Ok..please keep in mind her idea of high heels is probably not YOUR idea of high heels.
I, on the otherhand, am anything but a diva. I RARELY (and I do mean rarely) wear makeup. I don't have fingernails so what's the use in painting them. I DESPISE dresses. And if you see me in a pair of high heels you better be walking behind me to catch me because guaranteed I will fall!
So I guess in some sense, we don't have alot in common. But I didn't realize that aspect was going to hit me so hard when it came to the following conversation.
Craig and I had received a little 'Christmas Money' this year so we decided to go do some shopping. Craig wanted (needed) and new pair of tennis shoes and I headed for the clothes department. Which also meant that Dalton headed with Dad and Megan stayed with me. As we are looking through the clothes Megan starts with the questions:
"Mom, why don't you wear dresses?"
"Mom, do you not like high heels because you never wear them?"
So trying to be as polite as possible I answered her questions to which I got this reply:
"Mom, I just don't understand. You don't like dresses and I love dresses. You don't wanna wear high heels and I do. We are nothing alike. Are you sure we are related? Are you sure you gave birth to me? Am I adopted?"
All I have to say is....
Sounds exactly like something I would say!!! You are DEFINITELY my child!!
You also have the drama queen thing in common!
ReplyDeleteHow dare you! I resemble that comment!!
ReplyDelete