The following conversation is real. It took place last night between a sleep-deprived mother of three and her all-knowing six-year-old son.
Ryan: Mommy, Sammy’s not getting ready like you told him too.
Me: I know.
Me: Because I’m so smart.
Ryan: Mommy, why do you always say you’re so smart?
Me: Because I am.
Ryan: But Mommy, that’s boasting!
Ryan: Daddy said saying that you’re smart is boasting, and that’s sin.
Ryan: Mommy, why do you boast and sin?
Me: Ryan, sometimes I don’t even know what to say to you.
Seriously! Any ideas how to respond to something like this? We’ve had issues with Ryan being a big braggy face. Like saying how he’s the best reader in his class or is better than Sam at stuff, whatever. I’ve always told the boys I know stuff because I’m so, so smart, I mean “because I’ve been Sam’s mom for 4 1/2 years and I know how he is when I tell him to do stuff” just seems like a long and ridiculous answer . . . but apparently that’s the answer I will now have to give.
And, for the record, the reason Sam was taking so long to get his pajamas on was because he thought his shorts were his shirt. And that doesn’t work so great.
Have a great Saturday, everyone.