Wisdom Beyond Her Years
I thought I would share something that Sweetpea and I discussed way back when she was about 6 years old. We were in the car, backing out of my in-law’s driveway when out of the blue she decided to complain about something, which by the way, she has perfected over the years.
Sweetpea: (Removing her fingers from her mouth.) I don’t like my birthday. (Fingers put back in her mouth. You could just see her mind working when she sucked those middle fingers.)
Me: What do you mean?
Sweetpea: Why did I have to be born on May 29? That’s Nanna’s birthday.
Me: I’m sorry, Baby. It just happened that way.
Sweetpea: But why?
Me: I don’t know, Sweetpea. Those things just happen. You have no control over it.
(This went on for awhile and I was losing patience fast.)
Sweetpea: Well, I want a new birthday. I don’t like mine.
Me: I’m sorry but it doesn’t work that way.
Sweetpea: Not fair.
(Okay, I’m out of things to say at this point.)
Me: Well, you weren’t supposed to be born until June 26. But you were a little impatient.
Sweetpea: Well, I probably couldn’t breathe in there. (The fingers went back in the mouth, her brain was working overtime, then the fingers came out again.) I needed some fresh air.
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