This morning Aria came into the bathroom as I was cleaning the globs of leftover toothpaste from the sinks. ARIA: What you doing? ME: I’m cleaning the bathroom. ARIA: Why? ME: Because it’s dirty. ARIA: Why? ME: Because kids don’t clean up after themselves, no matter how many times you tell them to. (yes…I was complaining to a two-year-old) Aria watched, in silence. ME: Aria…do you clean? ARIA: No, I not a mom yet.
Yesterday, Avery asked Aria to help her clean up the mess in her room (that Aria made) and Aria said no. AVERY: Okay, well … then you aren’t my best friend.
Avery then walked out of the room in a huff, leaving Aria standing there with a look on her face that clearly showed her confusion as to what those words meant to her. After a few seconds she yelled after Avery… ARIA: Well…my MOMMY my best friend! My DADDY my best friend!