When I Grow Up…

Ivy: “I changed my mind I don’t want to be a mom when I grow up. I’m going to be a diver.”

Me: “You could be a diver and a mom.”

Ivy: “No, because if I had children then I would have to cook a lot of food.”

Me: “Yup, and you know what they would say -“

Ivy: “-I don’t like it.”Ivy
Ivy: “But Mom, you know what I’d do. I wouldn’t give them anything else.”

Me: “Huh.  Do you think I should try that?”

Ivy: “No, you shouldn’t do that because your the best mom on the whole world! And besides I don’t even know how to cook yet!”

This conversation occurred after a long painful supper. It was meal that eventually met the high standards of politeness and “trying it” before Ivy’s benevolent mother offered her reheated leftovers after everyone else was done eating.

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4 comments on “When I Grow Up…

  1. Mom says:

    Hmmm..I seem to recall another “picky” eater. But I should probably stop smiling 🙂

  2. Mom says:

    And upon reading it again…ya gotta love that girl!

  3. Susie says:

    May the cooking lessons begin!

  4. dianeschuller.com says:

    so darling. I agree with Susie — time for cooking lessons 🙂

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