Kaitlyn Says

Never Argue With a Kid

2010-02-19T22:00:00.000-08:00

Friday night, and it's bed time.

Me: Kaitlyn, time for you to pick out some pj's.

....and I think that I'll be nice to her tonight and allow her to choose her pj's. So I continue by saying, "What PJ's would you like to wear tonight?"

Kaitlyn: Well mom, you lay all the pj's out on my bed in a row, and then I'll choose.

I cock an eyebrow at her, but she's dead serious. So I think, "Alright kid, you wanna play this game?"

and I do it. Every PJ she owns, out on her bed, in a row.

To my surprise, after much giggling, she says, "All of them."

And that's how we ended up here.

4 Layers.

Never argue with a kid.

Kids: They always take you seriously.

2010-02-14T21:15:00.000-08:00

So, I'm surfing around on facebook, right? And don't ask me what day it was or what time it happened because let's face facts people - if I'm at my house, I'm logged into stupid facebook. It might as well be crack.

Kaitlyn walks up just as I've clicked on a picture of a friend standing next to a horse in a picture.

Kaitlyn: I like that horse.

Me: I like that horse too.
(I'm Kristin, I like all horses, and if given the choice between Will and a horse, Will might have his suitcase packed)

Kaitlyn: What's that horse's name?

Me : I don't know.

Kaitlyn: Really? "I don't know" is that horse's name? Ok mom.

The difference between boys and girls

2010-02-12T05:48:00.000-08:00

I've told the story many times to people, about the moment Kaitlyn was born and the doctor lifted her up, my mom exclaimed, "It's a Girl!! It's a GIRL!!"

I was pretty shocked, beings that we hadn't gone to the 18 week sonogram to find out the sex, yet over the last 9 months everyone was convinced I was having a boy, and they'd convinced me as well at that point.

I was laying on the table after the C-section, so I couldn't see the baby yet, and I yelled to my mom, "WHAT??!! Are you sure??"

That's when my mom shouted at the top of her lungs across the delivery room, "YES I'M SURE! IT'S A GIRL!!! THERE'S NO LITTLE PENIS!!!!!!"

In telling this story over the years, I guess I never stopped to wonder if Kaitlyn was listening.

Fast forward to February 9, 2010.

We're sitting in the kitchen on Tuesday night when Kaitlyn decides to tell me, "You know how you knew I was a gurl, mom? Because I have a pee pee."

I reply, "Well Kaitlyn, everyone has a pee pee, actually."

She furrows her eyebrows and says, "No. Mom. Boys have a PEANUT - because it sticks out in front. GIRLS have a pee pee. Remember? When I was born, Grandma yelled like crazy - "It's a gurl!! Dere's no yiddle Peanut!!"

And there you have it.

You can't argue with a 4 Year old

2010-01-31T16:33:00.001-08:00

So we're playing this game where you have to add accessories to Fancy Nancy to win. The first person with 8 accessories wins. If you spin and land on something you already have on Nancy, you have to skip a turn.

Kaitlyn and I play, and we get down to the very end, where I need a wand to win, and she needs hat. We spin and spin and spin, each landing on items we already have, and re-spinning. Finally, I land on a wand.

I shout, "I win! I win!" as I place a wand in fancy Nancy's hand.

Kaitlyn gently picks up the wand and says, "Let's play again, but this time you put back the wand only, and we spin again."

Next spin, sure enough - she gets a hat.

She places the hat on Fancy Nancy's head with glee and turns to me, "I won, I won! See mommy, I told you I'd win."

She's got her smug little "I told you so" smile.

I wonder where she got that from.

The Negotiator

2010-01-31T15:31:00.000-08:00

Me: So Kaitlyn, if we can get everything cleaned up, we might be able to play a game tonight. Do you think you can clean all of these toys off the floor?

Kaitlyn: Well Mommy, look around. There's a lot of toys. I'm gonna need help. Me and daddy put all of these toys out on the floor. So I can't clean them all up by myself. I need you to clean them up with me. We can do it together. OR (she pauses dramatically for emphasis) ... you can just clean it all up yourself. Your choice, mom.

Tempting options, kid. Tempting options.