It can be very interesting at times being a member of our family.
There is the little phenomenon that is not unique to just us. Any family that has more than one child experiences this little phenomenon, too. It is that little bit of smarty-pant-ology that comes with subsequent children. The larger the gap between the children the higher the quality of smarty-pant-ology. Also, the larger the family the greater the opportunity for smarty-pant-ology there is. This is how it works: the younger children learn things, learn to say things, the older children did not learn to say until they were older. It is our own version of being “street smart.”
Smarty-pant-ology is not when the oldest uses a term she sort of gets right at the age of three like when she is trying to carry around her younger brother whom she is not supposed to be carrying and her mother catches him just before he gets dropped and the three year old child shouts out, “Hip of a Bitch, he’s heavy!”
No, that is not smarty-pant-ology.
Smarty-pant-ology is more like when your four year old son gets angry at his thirteen year old sister for telling him that he can not play with her iPod and he replies with, “I curse you! May all your children be born naked!” Yep, that is just a taste of smarty-pant-ology in this house.
If I were a better mother I would know where he heard that, but I do not and I pray it is not from some horrible show that he watched that I do not know he watched one day while I shooed him to the den while I worked with another child’s school time, or did some laundry, or frugal living sewing some clothes or maybe I was giving myself a pedicure1 . But then again I am quite sure a sibling may have put him up to that. I am not so sure which horrible situation I would prefer to be the actual one: TV or sibling. Hmm? I will have to think on that one.
And for the cherry on top, I asked CowBoy tonight if he remembered what he said earlier today to his sister when he was angry at her. He answered in the affirmative and repeated it for me. I told him to think about what he said. He looked hard at me then threw his hand to his head and replied with, “Oh no! All babies are born naked. I’ll have to think of something else to say next time.”
Wha?! So he is only four, but already planning for next time?
- I have never given myself (or had) a pedicure in my life. ↩
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You really should have a pedicure one of these days. I never had one until my sister became a spa beautician. Ah, bliss.
Hi! Email me. We’ve got to arrange something in November so that I can get your kitty crate to you!!!
Smarty-pant-ology from my house.
One sister to another.
Becky Oh no! You did not go there. (read with amazed sarcasm)
Anna Oh yes I did and I bought property. (read with smug satisfaction)
I soooooo needed this tonight!
hollie - my feet are UGLY, I couldn’t show them to anyone.
Nicole - will do
Holley - tell Anna, good girl.
Triple M - I know, just wait until tomorrow’s post. ;)