Caity came up to me today and asked about writing a letter to Santa.
I sort of slapped down this idea and told her that she really would have to wait till closer to NEXT Christmas. She patiently let me ramble on and the clarified her thoughts for me.
Apparently she wanted to talk to Santa about this Christmas. She felt bad, she told me, because Adam didn’t get a BIG present and she did. She wanted to complain to the big man about this as she thought it wasn’t fair.
Now big for Caity was her Barbie house. Now I know what you are thinking, especially after she keeps telling EVERYONE that she got a HUGE Barbie house. She did not. In fact, we found the SMALLEST Barbie abode we could and were very proud of ourselves for that. But according to her THAT was a BIG gift and the bazillion EXPENSIVE video games that Adam got did not count because they were to diminutive in size.
First, I LOVE that this has weighed upon her little head. That she wanted to speak to the man in red on behalf of her brother is really sweet.
But second, it again shows you just how little the concept of money really means to kids. No matter, really, how hard you try to impress the value of money or how expensive something is…it is really abstract to a child.
For a five year old size does matter and is the only thing that counts. Hence why she and her brother tend to leap for the biggest candy bar in the store instead of maybe buying TWO smaller one’s.
Adam, at seven, is just starting to see this logic. Thank you teachers of math at school!
Speaking of Adam. Both my kids have been REALLY bad at going to sleep and it is really starting to show. Especially in Adam who is more emotional than me, which is kind of scary. You never know what is going to set him of. Caity just becomes very waspish the sleepier she gets.
So, every time I ask Adam to say pick up laundry or make his bed it usually causes a huge and teary break down and ‘oh the world is cruel’ episode.
I am tiring of this quickly. Which, I will admit, makes me a bit petty! GASP!
So I must admit to gloating a tad when I found the remote for Adams tv, which he claimed last night to be missing. Even last night I TOLD him it was not missing…that it was sitting on his bedside table as usual, but just buried under the pillows that always get pushed off his bed. He vehemently denied this. I told him to go look as I had just seen it there. ‘ooooh no, mom, I looked.’
Oh well. Daddy even offered 5 bucks to him if he found it.
Guess who got the five bucks.
Well I found it….exactly where I said it was.
I had gone in to check on him after being up with Tara for the 54th time and pushed the pillows back onto his bed and there it was. So I put it on the telus box and left it.
Only this am our wonder boy then proudly proclaimed to his dad that he had FOUND the remote!!
WTF! No way! That $5 is mine!
Explained to Crunchy Dad the TRUE story and claimed my smug little prize…while my poor boy wailed and moaned about it all.
Oooh the unfairness of it all.
Anything…ANYTHING to help get it into his brain about cleaning up.
Mind you…..the inability to ‘find’ things seems to be genetic on the BOYS side of this family and I am constantly ‘finding’ stuff for Crunch Dad too.
And how do I do that? How do I, even when this house is at its messiest should-be-on-hoarders disaster, am I the one who usually knows exactly where the missing item is!!???
Is that my super power?
You tell me.
fidget says
i have the same super power, only i havent made $5 from it
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Amber says
I think that finding this is every mom’s superpower. It’s right up there with knowing when it’s just a little TOO quiet. 😉
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Kellyology says
I used to point at my lady parts and say to Da Husband, “These are not stuff finders.” As I always seem to be able to find everything, he’s never believed me. I think it’s a lost cause.
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Marilyn says
I have that super power too (except tonight when I was unable to find my son’s special bedtime stuffy). My husband and son don’t even bother to look for anything. I often hear my husband telling my son to “Go ask Mom to find x”.
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Patti says
It’s frustrating when the kids can’t seem to “find” anything and you KNOW it’s there. I hear ya on this one.
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SmalltownRN says
My hubby can’t find a thing…he often will say….”Mare I can’t find blah blah…I know if you come here and take a look you will find it” and true enough I usually do…not sure what’s up with that. My hubby is untidy and it drives me crazy as I am not a neat freak by any means but I like order. Yesterday he almost blew my socks off…he actually went and bought organizing cabinets so he could “clear up some clutter” his words not mine. Will wonders never cease!
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CrAzY Working Mom says
OMG, our houses are so similar! *sigh*!!!
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harrietglynn says
Super-finder power is like women’s intuition only stronger. I can’t wait to offer myself money to find something…. Wait a minute. Cute story, btw, about the kids and size of item versus monetary value.
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Rebecca @ Playground Confidential says
I am always picking stuff up and putting it away only to have Colum wake up the next morning and go, “I FOUND it! I was looking for this car/book/action-figure/you-name-it!” And he’s not quite 4 yet. Now I know he won’t be clued in for years to come. (Actually, come to think of it, my husband as been known to say, “Oh, my glasses were on the kitchen table all along.” No, my dear, they weren’t.)