Today we went to the "no touching store", known to the world at large as Hobby Lobby. Imogen shmoozed with the old ladies in the fabric section, convincing them that she could do no wrong. (HA!) They heaped me with compliments on thier behavior and horror stories about other people's children.
I always loved Hobby Lobby. I bought them water colors as a reward.
It's kind of sad though that when your child happens to not be in brat-mode at the moment (and every child is capable of being a perfect terror) you get all these compliments. This is so unusual! A kid who's not painful to be around!
Take Genevieve for example. We walked in this evening and lunch dishes were still on the table. Jeremy commented "So, Genevieve, you didn't eat your sandwich?" Good guess, seeing as how Genevieve sometimes acts like she's allergic to food in general.
"No," she said, "I ate mine. Imogen didn't eat her's."
"No," Imogen spoke up, "That one is your's. I ate mine."
Genevieve turned to Imogen and very reasonably shreeked "NOO!! I ATE MINE!!! STUPID!!!"
Really, as if it's inconcievable that the child who believes that little girls certainly CAN live on bread alone would pass on some thus polluted with peanut butter.
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MY Genevieve would call her beloved big sister STUPID??? I can't believe it. Just look into those deep brown eyes, so innocent and loving..........
It's all an ACT!!
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