Last summer, I shared some of the funny things Baby-Girl has said in the post â€œIn Case I Step in Poop with One Foot (and Other Sayings).â€ Since then, Iâ€™ve still been mostly negligent when it comes to writing down the things she says, but over the last year I have managed to record a few more.
- In the middle of a lively discussion on the way to school, Baby-Girl, known for being quiet in public and loud at home, announced, â€œIâ€™m 90% of the sound in this family.â€ I asked her to repeat what sheâ€™d said just to clarify, and we all sat quietly, waiting for her to speak. After a pause and a sigh, she mumbled, â€œNever mind.â€ Then, as we all pondered this, I heard her whispering to herself, â€œItâ€™s more like 40%Ââ€”noâ€”50%. No, 30% maybe, or maybe 55%.â€
- One afternoon, after I reprimanded her for something minor, she started packing her lunch. While she worked, she turned to me and asked, â€œHave you ever noticed that when you call me out on something, you get away with it, but if I call you out on something, I lose dessert that night?â€
- This one comes in all shapes and sizes and goes something like this: â€œItâ€™s not fair that I donâ€™t have a sister.â€ Sometimes, her approach is tacit and sheâ€™ll give me a significant look when we witness an exchange between two sisters. Last summer, on the other hand, when her friendâ€™s mother had a baby girl and I showed her some pictures on Facebook, Baby-Girl folded her arms and said, â€œSheâ€™s so lucky! I have two brothers and NO sisters. Whatâ€™s up with that?â€ as if I should sit and philosophize with her on the matter. But the best is when she says this: â€œItâ€™s so unfair. So-and-so has a sister and Iâ€™m not even allowed to get a hamster.â€
- After spending the day cleaning her room and throwing away several bags of garbage, Baby-Girl sat down next to me and handed me a card. I opened it, and on the inside she had scribbled a note that said, â€œThank you for being my mom.â€ Then she explained. â€œIt was a blank card that came inside a present you bought me last year, and I didnâ€™t want to throw it away without using it first.â€
- The other day, she told me she wants to be either a math teacher or an engineer when she grows up, and then she asked about what degrees sheâ€™d need for those professions. We began talking about her options, and I threw out a few possibilities of schools for her to consider. When I mentioned that she could also consider MIT, her brothersâ€™ dream school, she shook her head. â€œOh, no,â€ she said. â€œThat would involve too much math if I went there.â€
Â Â Â I looked at her. â€œBut you want to be a math teacher or an engineer.â€
Â Â Â â€œI know. But that would be too much math.”
By the way, I forgot to follow up on last yearâ€™s sleepover. Reportedly, she was successful in making it through the night without stepping in poop with one foot. Thought yâ€™all would want to know.