Fluffy has told me and the babysitter that I tease her too much, so I’m trying to cut down. Or at least every time I tease her I am quick to follow it with, “Oops! That was a tease. I’m sorry.” One such time after teasing her in the car:
Me: I just have to tease you. I just can’t stop.
Fluffy: Do I have to live through this, or shall I just have to move away?
Picking Fluff up from preschool.
Me: I got something for you.
Fluffy: What is it? What is it?! (The three times it was a cookie have forever spoiled any other “thing” I get for her.)
Me: It’s a dress!
Fluffy: NOT exciting.
Dropping Fluff off at a playdate.
Me: I don’t want you to play or talk to anybody. I want you to just sit on a chair the whole time and think about how much you love Mommy.
She also recently told me my jokes are boring. When I protested her cruelty, she assured me, “I don’t think you’re boring. Just your jokes.”
When did my baby learn the word boring? Can we unlearn that one? At least she still regularly tells me, “You’re the best mother anyone could ever have.” Let’s keep that one in the repertoire as long as possible.