Parenting is hard. Answering a non-stop barrage of questions is hard. And draining. And sometime I just want the questions to stop. And sometimes, I just want her to be quiet. And sometimes, we keep talking anyway. And sometimes, it turns into stuff I REALLY want to remember. Like this:
Her: Mom, I need to get taller. Like really need to.
Me: Why’s that?
Because the other kids at tennis make fun of me.
How so?
They pat me on the head and call me cute.
Oh. Well, maybe we can put salt in your shoes.
Huh?
That’s what I heard Michael Jordan did when he was a kid.
Did it work?
Yeah, I think so.
Hey Mom, who’s Michael Jordan?
The greatest basketball player of all time.
Really?
Yeah.
I thought that was Carrie Underwood?
Carrie Underwood?
Yeah!
Honey, Carrie Underwood is a singer.
Oh. Really?
Yeah.
I thought it was that guy on the commercial with Serena Williams.
Oh! That’s Steph Curry!
Oh, OK.
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Mom, I thought Curry was a soup.
So funny
Lol!! Love it! You can’t make this stuff up!