Our Day, Interpreted by the Kids

I love playing pretend with Sam and Ella.   They are into re-enacting our daily routines with them being the parents and me being the child.  It is so funny to hear my words and see my body language coming from a 4 and 2 year old.  It can also be a little eye opening.  I have to admit, I cringe sometimes when they start yelling at me for not listening.  Hey,  if we’re going to role play, I’m going to  enjoy a little payback.  Mature, I know.

Today, they started by putting me to bed.  So, I, of course, had to run around the house screaming that I didn’t want to go to bed.  This was met with, at first, gentle, “it’s time for beds” followed by not so gentle yelling for me to go lay down.  Then they tucked me in nicely.  I asked for a glass of water.  Then a book.  Then to go pee.  Then for a song, no, not that one, no, not that one, no, not that one either.  Finally, they had enough and stomped away and told me they were not coming back in anymore.

Next, they had to wake me up for school.  I rolled over and whined that I didn’t want to go.  I was quickly admonished that if I had  gone to bed when I was told,  I wouldn’t have been so tired.  (At least I know they’re listening.)

They put me in my car seat, that I complained was buckled too tightly.  When they dropped me off, I cried that I didn’t want them to leave.  They told me I would have fun with my teachers and that I could make a mess (the teachers must tell them that, because I never have) and that they would be back to pick me up after lunch.  Then they kissed me goodbye and left while I cried for them.  Then they ran around the house and came back.   I grabbed them up, kissed, and tickled them before being strapped into my too tight car seat again.

We played this a few times.  When Sam got tired of me crying when they left, she told me I was a Star now, not a Lion.  The Lion’s are the littlest kids at their school, and I was acting like Ella.  The Star’s are the oldest and, I was informed, they don’t cry.

At some point, Sam realized they were both pretending to be me and that just wouldn’t do, so she elected Ella to be Daddy.  When they left, I said I wanted my daddy.  To which I heard, “I can’t, I’m at work now.”

My husband is a veterinarian.   The girls understand that means he’s an animal doctor and they ask Daddy everyday which animals he saw.   They want to know if it was a dog or cat and if it was a girl or boy. When he tries to elaborate about what was wrong with the pet, he’s usually interrupted and asked to move on to the next animal.

After commenting that she was at work, Ella went behind the couch and I heard, “Come here kitty.  Tickle, tickle, tickle.”    I always knew he had it easy going to work every day.


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  1. Kristin @ Peace, Love and Muesli
    Twitter: kristinglas
    says:

    Braver than I. No way I could endure the kids repeating what I say to them. Though maybe it’s not as bad as I imagine.

  2. AZLB
    Twitter: azlb
    says:

    I can just picture this. Too cute.

  3. Leslie
    Twitter: crunchybetty
    says:

    Truly, role-playing like that sound scary – but SO enlightening! I wish I would’ve thought of that when my kiddo was little. What a great way to get feedback on your style. Heh.

    Haha. I want to play with your kids sometime. They’re hilarious.

    “Tickle, tickle.”