I don’t know why I thought this morning, before school, when her homework was not completed, (because Mommy (me) took us for mani pedi’s right after school yesterday instead of getting the homework done first. Putting the cart before blah blah) was the prime opportunity to tell her we were going off milk. But my friend, who I’ll just call ‘June Cleaver Nirvana’, had such awesome results taking her son off milk and I know in my heart we are a milk-struggling-family so I think we need to do this too.
Precious is all in disbelief and trying to get her milk back by explaining that I, her mother, can’t just impose stuff like that and what do I think Dad would say about it. Well, Hubby is working out of town Monday through Friday every week so I just shrug my shoulders as if to say, “What’s he going to do about it?”
But I really say, ”Hon, you’ve been on half milk and half lactaid for two weeks already so don’t worry about it.” Cuz I’ve been secretly funneling lactaid into her regular milk!! The POWER!
And she counters with this one: ”That’s like giving someone caviar and telling them it’s eggs!! And THAT is wrong!”
Isn’t she awesome?!! And, she makes a good point. And she makes me proud that she used a perfect analogy!
But that’s when I pull ‘Mommy-rules’ and tell her it’s not really up for discussion. Then she really tries to hook me…
“I’m going to start keeping a journal…” she says..
*nothing*
“Did you hear me?” she says.
“yes.” I say
“It’s so I can write my feelings down so I don’t have to keep them all bottled up anymore!” she says.
*nothing*
“What do you think about that??!!” she says
“I think that’s a good idea.” says me.
“Well… You have to promise me you will never, ever, ever read it!” she says.
*nothing*
“Do you want to know ‘why’?” she says.
“Okay” says me
“You better not read it because YOU WILL NOT LIKE WHAT IT SAYS!!”
So, now I’m just left imagining all the terrible things she might write about me in her journal… how will I make it through yoga class and the rest of my quiet day enjoying coffee and surfing the net? It’s gonna be tough. ;-)





Ah! I love her. I want to tweet this. Can I? Can I??
hahaha. Like my boys even know what caviar is. Oh! And if you told them they would go ewwwwww…give me eggs.
Maybe she has started blogging.