NaBloPoMo Post #18: I’ll admit it. My kid’s wierd.

November 17th, 2009

Yeah, Lexi is really wierd sometimes.

Tonight she wanted to watch a movie. I told her I needed to think about it.

Lexi: Okay Mom. Let’s Twinkle think.

Me: Um, what’s Twinkle Thinking?

Lexi: It’s like this (starts tapping her finger on her chin) “Twinkle think, Twinkle think, Twinkle think, Twinkle think. Okay, the answer is yes. Let’s go watch the movie.

Me: Um, well the answer is no.

Lexi: (melts down into a sobbing, whinning mess) I’m tired. Read me a story. I want you to put me to bed.

Me: Lexi, it’s 6:15. You aren’t going to bed right now.

Lexi: But I’m sick. I’m tired. I want to brush my teeth.

Me: Then go rest in your room.

Lexi: But I don’t want to rest. I don’t know how to rest. I don’t want to go to bed. I just want to go to bed.

And later that evening….

Me: Okay, bedtime.

Lexi: WHOO-HOO! Bed time! Mom, can you put me to bed, oh please, oh please, oh please?

Me: Let’s go.

Lexi: There’s no more pull-ups.

Me: Nope. No more. If you need to go potty, don’t scream and yell for mommy or daddy, just get up and go use the bathroom. I’ll leave the light on for you.

Lexi: I need to Twinkle think about that.

Me: No. You don’t need to “twinkle think” you need to remember it so I don’t have to change your sheets in the morning.

Lexi: Let me Twinkle think. (proceeds to “twinkle think) Okay. I’m done. That’s a great plan, Mom. You’re the best.


Seriously, I wish I was making this up. We have bizarre conversations like this on a regular basis.

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