“Mom!” says Clara, “Guess what I made?”
Turns out I hate guessing what the kids have/found/made/like/want. Part of this is because Clara likes to tell you “No,” when you guess the correct answer just to keep you guessing.
I do not always appreciate her form of fun.
My tactic in dealing with guessing games has evolved, I’ve gone from interested and caring new parent to jaded mother who has burned by too many fake “noes”. I now start crazy and guess wilder and wilder items until they become fed up with me and tell me.
The kids do not always appreciate my form of fun.
“You made a pterodactyl.”
“No,” says Clara, “better than a pterodactyl.”
“Well, I have no idea then, what’s better than a pterodactyl?”
“This!” she says and whips her creation from behind her back.
She doesn’t know what it is either.*
But it is so obviously better than a pterodactyl.
*And why? Why do I have to guess what a thing is when she doesn’t even know what the thing is? I also do not appreciate that kind of fun!
To be a mother is not a laughing matter…
Clara, you have clearly made a tornado. Nice work!