I can clearly remember the exact moment I realized my toddler was getting too smart.
When my 4-year-old daughter was not quite 2 yet, the little buttertart pulled me by the hand to the kitchen one day and pointed to a tin sitting on our counter. A tin she has never seen before.
“Coo-ee!” she exclaimed, over and over again.
Yes, there were cookies inside. But how the heck did she know?
So I did what Moms do sometimes. I lied to my kid. (The right kind of little white lie doesn’t hurt that much, right?)
“Sorry honey, the cookies are all gone. No cookies! All gone! Cookies all gone!”
She looked at me with a furrowed brow. I got down to her level (as I’ve been told by experts to do to help her understand what I’m saying) and repeated myself.
“No cookies, honey. Sorry.”
She looked at me and started saying something I couldn’t quite understand. I kind of stared at her for a moment… Just enough time for her to get frustrated with me. “Mommy! Coo-ee!!” she yelled while pointing at my face.
“I don’t know what you mean, sweetie.” I replied.
So she touched a spot on my face. And when she pulled her finger away, there was a brown spot on it.
I wiped my mouth and realized I had a huge blob of chocolate chip on my face.
Awesome. I had just been caught red-handed. So I grabbed the tin and gave her a cookie. “Here you go, honey. Have a cookie.”
She smiled and trotted off.
I stood in the kitchen for a moment, watching her walk away happily, realizing I had been found out by a 23-month old.
The kid. She’s too smart for her own good.
Mama’s in trouble.
About the Author:
Heather Dixon is a copywriter at Mabel’s Labels, a smoothie aficionado, a runner, a wife and a Mom to two – soon to be three! – highly advanced little girls (according to her husband and her).