… I don’t want my kids to be smart.*
Well, smart is OK, I guess. Just not too smart. Because, Lord have mercy, Raisin is making me nuts.
She notices EVERYTHING. She questions EVERYTHING. She remembers EVERYTHING.
I can’t keep up. A few months ago, if I promised cheese crackers for a snack, then remembered I was out of cheese crackers, she’d content herself with a reasonable substitute. Now, it’s, “Well, you better go to the store and get some more.” And if I say we’ll go later, here’s some other crackers for now, she’ll say, “I don’t want those. I’ll go to Target and buy cheese crackers when I grow up.”
Two minutes later, she considers herself grown up, and she’s on her way to Target. She knows better than to go outside alone, but she also knows how to find Target from our house, so I’m not all that reassured.
*I know that my kids’ curiosity is something to be celebrated and nourished. I’m just a little weary of being the Encylopedia Mommania. Please tell me preschool in the fall will help me with this!