Rylee and Sadie happen to be adorable and also quite small. They are never trivial.
We were driving to Rylee's house the other day so that she could nap in her own bed -- or, rather, by her door, for that is where she likes to sleep. We passed by the Safeway. Rylee started yelling, "Turn left! Turn left!"
"No," I replied, perplexed, "We're going to your house for night-night."
"Can we go to the grocery store after night-night, 'Tines?" She calls me 'Tines. :-)
"What do you need at the grocery store?" I queried.
"Suckers." Kids are great!
"And how are you going to get these suckers?" I teased. "Do you have some money?"
"No, I don't have any money," Rylee replied. "Do you have money, 'Tines?"
"No, I don't have any money either. How are we going to get some money to go buy suckers?"
Rylee looked quite thoughtful. "Um . . . um . . ." I waited to see what she would say.
Very serious and concerned, Rylee slowly sighed, "I don't know."
And don't you wish you could be three again? Just for one day?
That same night, I was driving Sadie home after a trip to the grocery store where we did not buy suckers, but rather nutritious food like Pirate's Booty. As I was looking straight ahead, my hands ten and two on the steering wheel, cautiously within the speed limit, Sadie said, "Hey, Mom! What does this mean?"
"What does what mean?" I returned, my eyes responsibly glued to the road.
"Well, look, Mom. This." And, I will admit, I quickly flitted my eyes from the road and toward the back seat where I saw Sadie's nimble middle finger boldly extended in my direction. OK, so I laughed. Sue me.
"Where did you see that?" I spluttered.
"Some kid at school got in trouble because of it. He wasn't in my grade -- maybe fourth grade? Anyway, Delaney and Carter both know what it means, but they won't tell me. Why is it bad? What does it mean?"
"I'm not going to tell you. Just don't do it. It is a crude and profane gesture and not something that a lady does."
"Well, I'm not a lady, and I want to know what it means. It's not fair that Delaney and Carter both know and I don't. Tell me."
"No I will not. I hope you will grow up into a lady, someday, and will never use that gesture. You will find out in time what it means, but not from me."
Sadie argued with me the rest of the way home, which, thankfully, only took about five minutes. Once home, I distracted her with candy, and she has not brought it up since. But, don't you wish you could be six again? Just for one day?