Mommy, I have a problem . . . .July 31, 2013
Billy’s new phrase is, “Mommy, I have a problem.”
Then he just stares at me, blinking those big brown eyes, waiting patiently for me to say my line, which is: “What is your problem Billy?”
And he will say something that makes absolutely no sense, like, “We going to the store?”
And then I spend two or three minutes trying to work out how the alternative of going to the store, in and of itself, could be a problem, and if it is, how I should respond.
Eventually, I reach conclusion that should have been instantly obvious — Billy has no idea what it means to have a problem. He just enjoys the game of asking. Still, he perplexes me every time.
I had pretty much decided to stop giving any thought to Billy’s multitude of “problems,” but as soon as I did, he tripped me up by stating that his problem was, “We are all out of chocolate milk.”
Which could actually be a problem . . . .
So now I’m wondering whether he just get lucky, or if he’s finally figured out what it means to have a problem and so I should be ready with a meaningful response?
Who knows. I give up.
If you can’t tell, it’s late and I’m tired. Its been a super crazy two days at work. The craziness is spilling over into my family time. Tonight, I needed to work so I let both kids watch marathon episodes of Dora the Explorer and Go Diego Go and Doc McStuffins and Backyardigans. Epic bad parenting. But in the big scheme of things, which is worse? Raising a couple of television zombies or losing my job and not being able to pay the cable bill? Again, who knows!
Okay, this blog is going nowhere fast. I promise to do better next week!
In the meantime, here’s a blurry photo of my three favorite persons occupying the tent that now occupies most of Billy’s bedroom . . .