Kindergarten Troublemaker

If you know me in real life, you know I got in a lot of trouble in Kindergarten.  Not because I was a terribly evil child.  Quite the contrary, in fact, I just wanted to help everyone.  As in, finishing my paper first and then helping everyone else completing everyone else’s, too.

I fear one of my children is destined to follow in my footsteps.

Any time (EVERY time) Elise is in trouble, the conversation sort of goes like this:

Parent: “Why did you have to stand in the corner (etc)?”
Elise: contemplating (or willfully ignoring), but not really getting 1 second to do so
Avery, from across the room: “Because she {insert punishment here}”.
Parent: “Avery, you’re right but I asked Sissy.  Please don’t answer for her.”
Parent, to Elise: “Are we supposed to ______?”
Avery, whispering quietly while emphatically shaking her head, while moving closer and closer to the situation to make sure she is noticed: “Nooooo”.

And it’s not just when she can get her sister in trouble.  Ask Elise to put something away, Avery runs to it shouting, “Avery do it!”.  Ask Elise a trivia question about letters or numbers or landmarks or anything, and Avery answers.  Elise never seems to mind (and usually answers as well, or elaborates with some (correct) essay response proving that she too knows the answer), but it’s kind of funny – especially given the genes.

On a completely other random note, we had one of those Aha! moments the other day.  You know if you’re a parent, the kind in which it dawns on you what must actually be going through your child(ren)’s head(s).  It’s pretty commonplace when we arrive at a given destination for one or both girls to say, “Good job Mama/Dada, you found it!”.  Recently on one trip, they went on so complimentary and so seemingly relieved that Kyle looked at me and said, “Do they think we just drive around aimlessly, hoping we stumble upon a Kroger or whatever we’re looking for?”  And then I thought about it and realized — Probably, yes.  Why would they think otherwise?  That’s what they do.  They get in the car and hope we get where Mama said we were going.  They know nothing of maps, memorized routes to local establishments, directional street signs, addresses.  They’re just really proud of us when we – somehow, possibly against all odds – get to the Kroger we’ve gone to weekly for 5 years.

Kids are hilarious.