I knew it was coming…The harsh words from my 4 year old. I expected “I HATE YOU!” in the middle of a tantrum, not stone-cold composure. Luckily it passed as quickly as it came.
This is the conversation I had with Amelia as we were pulling out of a Walmart parking lot….
Amelia: Mommy, I’m thirsty. Let’s stop and get a drink.
Me: No, we’ll be home in a few minutes.
Amelia: But I’m thirsty.
Me: We’ll be home in a few minutes. You can have something then.
Amelia: It’s too late. I’m already thirsty. Let’s just stop.
Me: When we get home.
Amelia: (sigh) You’re not a very good mother.
Me: Excuse me?
Amelia: I’m sorry. You are a good mother.
Me: Why did you say that? That kind of hurt my feelings.
Amelia: I’m sorry Mommy. You ARE a good mother. I don’t know why I said that. I’m just…thirsty.
By the way, when we got home she walked in and started playing….and never even asked for a beverage. Go figure…..