Smarts
My kid has some smarts.
Earlier this week I bought Kennedy’s not-real-brother Micah a birthday present. Micah turning three is a huge event (read his mom’s blog and you’ll see why) and I wanted to make sure I got the right gift. Of course these two are so much alike that I just had to go to Target and think, “Hm, what would Kennedy want?” So, I easily found him a cool Dinosaur Train train and some of the figures. I did a great job of keeping it from Kennedy until Friday night when I needed my bag.
The she saw it.
Jason and I both explained several times that it was for Micah and that it was a special present just FOR HIM. Trying to teach a two-year-old not to covet is both tireless and probably pointless. Especially when the two-year-old is an only child who thinks every toy in the world was made just for her. But, as I was leaving Friday (night out with my Flamingo-Moms) she was crying. Not because I was leaving, mind you, but because Dad was standing firm on the fact that the toy was for Micah.
And Dad continued to stand firm until Kennedy took a tumble off of our front porch.
It seemed that the only thing that could make this horrible fall (that left a barely there bruise) was the very present we’d gotten for her friend. And just so you don’t think Jason is a push-over, I would have probably given in too. So, yeah, we’re both push-overs. Go ahead, judge away.
This evening we were eating a super healthy dinner of mexican take out. Kennedy was munching on some tortilla chips with re-fried beans when all of a sudden she starts choking. It was the worst and most terrifying choking experience I’d ever witnessed. She was crying and scared and nearly shaking because of it. Finally, after what felt like hours of her trying to breathe she coughed all of it up and she was fine. Jason and I are still recovering.
I cuddled her on the couch and while we were snuggling she looks up at me with tear stains still drying and says, “I get present now?”
That’s one smart kid.
