too smart for her own good

My 2 year old, aka the Toddler Dawdler is very clever.

A little too clever. I give you two case studies:


    • Sometimes I sit in the back seat of our car with her and her baby brother to keep either him or her, or sometimes, though rarely both, reasonably calm. However, whenever I don’t feel like sitting back there but she insists, I reply with “I can’t. Sorry! That seat is ALL wet.” “Why is it wet?” “I don’t know, but it just is, so I’d better sit up here because this seat is all dry.” “Yeah, good idea!” This worked without fail. Until the other day. The Dawdler got into the car before any of us. She likes to climb in from the passenger’s side (her carseat is on the driver’s side) and as she climbed across the seat to her carseat, she exclaimed “Mommy! I checked! This seat isn’t wet anymore! You can sit here!” Oh, brother.



    • She declared at dinner last night “I’m done! I’m going to go wash my hands. And then I’m ready to go get ICE CREAM!” Uh, hon? We aren’t going to get any ice cream. My Better Half echoed the same sentiment and then followed with “But we do need to go to the store to get milk.” Her: “Okay…” “…and ICE CREAM!” Sigh. I take her to the store, and explain as we’re getting out of the car that maybe we can grab some ice cream while we’re at the store but that we are not going to an ice cream shop. We’re walking around grabbing a few things and she impatiently turns to me in the cereal aisle and says “I WANT TO GO GET ICE CREAM!” I repeat that maybe we can get some in the frozen aisle in a few minutes. We get to the frozen aisle, and she makes a bee line for the ice cream. She declares she wants chocolate to which I tell myself OH HELL NO, LADY, I’m not staying up with you til 11:00 tonight. So I shuffle her along to the popsicles and pull out some frozen fruit bars to show her and she says “I wanna HOOOOOOLLLLLD it” which is her way of pissing on something to mark it as hers. We get to the checkout, pay for our items, including the popsicles, and as we’re walking out, she turns to me and says “I want to go get ICE CREAM!” I tell her, “Sweetie, we just got popsicles, that’s what we’re going to have, that’s what you picked out.” Her: “Okay.” Followed a few minutes later by: “but that’s not the same. That’s not ICE CREAM!”


She’s a stickler for the truth, that one.