At breakfast the other morning, Whirlwind handed me some toy wooden bread and made a comment that frightened me.

She said, “Here’s your protein, Mommy.”

What frightened me was the fact that she thinks bread is protein.

Umm…..Time to get with it, kid.

Bread is a carbohydrate.

What are they teaching you at preschool?

Colouring?

Sheesh.

But what really bothered me the most is that my little girl really knows what is going on. She really hears us.  We need to be a whole lot more careful about what we say at our house. We are heading towards a disaster.

One of these days we are going to get totally busted.

Mental Note: Do not talk about other people, especially Auntie, while Whirlwind is within listening distance.

And then I realized, that Whirlwind can actually listen.

You little turkey.

You can actually hear me when I ask you to put your books away. Or when I ask you to quit hitting your brother. And when I ask you to take your finger out of your nose.

You little listening turkey.

Side note: I actually wanted to call her a little jerk or a little bugger, but I wasn’t sure if that was appropriate to say in my blog.

 Meh.