Trading Places a la Freaky Friday

by Cate on January 12, 2010

The Best Dinner Ever

Sunday night, when it was approaching bedtime, Nick had a brainstorm.  “Let’s switch places!  I’ll be the Mom and you can be me.”

“Nick, you won’t last a day,” I said, looking up as I was getting Madeline ready for bed.

“I can do it a whole week.  Can we do it?  Can we?” he asked, getting more and more enchanted with the idea by the minute.

“Sure, no problem.  You can finish what I need to do here.  I just got your sister ready, but we need to change her sheets and the changing table cover tonight.  Here’s the stuff.  Have fun!”  I left him alone and headed to my room to put a few things away.

I heard some struggling going on, and he came to find me a few minutes later.  “Can you help me?” he asked.

I laughed.  “Ahhh,  it’s not so easy, is it?”

“I just can’t figure out how the sheet goes on the mattress.”

I helped him with it and away he went.  Until five minutes later when he couldn’t figure out how to put the new cover on the changing table pad.  I helped him with that, and then reminded him that she needed to get to bed, but needed to brush her teeth.  No big deal, she’s a big fan of that.

He helped her wash up, read her a few stories, and tried to escape her room.  She was having none of that.  “Mom!  Help, she won’t let me leave!”

“You’re fine.  You’re the Mom!”

Thirty minutes later, he comes out and tells me that it’s hard being a Mom.  You don’t say?!

I told him to wait until tomorrow (Monday morning), when he had to get himself ready for school, as well as her, pack his snacks, let the dog out, eat breakfast and do it all without being late for carpool.  Insert one big fat eye roll here.  The rest of the night, he delighted in turning off my light, telling me to go to bed, telling me to turn off my TV.  Apparently I am quite bossy as the Mom.

As he was getting ready for school, Madeline woke up and I reminded him that he needed to tend to her too.  He went in there and was a little exasperated that she was interrupting his get-ready-in-the-am routine.  Now he knows why I have a make-up bag with deodorant in the car – I’m always last on the list!

He was eating breakfast and I asked him what was for dinner.  I got a blank look in return.

“Well, you’re the Mom, right?  I just want to know what you’re making for dinner.”

His eyes lit up.  “Donuts!  I want donuts for dinner!”  Wonderful.

He quickly fell out of doing the Mom thing later when it involved more chores.  Juggling.  Multi-taking.  Herding.  You know.  A regular day in the life.  (And, of course, I wasn’t allowing him to have a Mom bedtime, so he didn’t think I was necessarily being completely fair.  I wasn’t, but we gotta have some rules!)

So tonight I’m on the phone with The Neighbor Husband and he’s asking about cooking salmon.  I mentioned that I missed having someone cook me dinner sometimes.  And it’s the truth.  Nick overheard me and when I hung up, he said I wasn’t allowed in the kitchen.  He said he heard what I said on the phone and he was taking care of dinner.  Gosh, I love that kid.

A little while later, he made me close my eyes and led me to the dining room where he had a plate for me and for his sister.  He had rummaged around in the fridge and came up with macaroni and cheese, which he heated up by himself in the microwave, and applesauce with a side of goldfish.  He even included my vitamins.  A big glass of Diet Coke just the way I like it, full of ice and with a straw.  He watched as I ate and wanted to know if it was hot enough.  If it tasted good.  If I wanted more.  Truth be told, I can’t stand mac and cheese from the box, but as much as I dislike it, it was made with so much love, it could have been liver and onions and I would have inhaled it.  Well, the theoretical liver and onions, of course, because I’m certain I would have balked at the real thing.  I ate every last speck and watched with great pride as he cleared the table and helped Madeline with her food.  What a sweetie.

Helping Out

This is how Madeline tests her food to see if it’s too hot. What? You don’t use your palms to do it?  Who knew?

Testing the Waters

Project 365
January 12, 2010, Photo #12

Princess Pout

I missed the shot with the full-on pout, but Madeline stomped off to her chair this afternoon, mad at something the babysitter wanted her to do. Or not do.  She was just plain unhappy with her.  The pout was too cute. Bottom lip completely stuck out and hand firmly planted on her hip as she made her way to the chair.  Those teen years sure are going to be fun!

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Sarah Caron January 12, 2010 at 11:00 pm

Oh, so cute! That Nick is a very good egg. That is the sweetest, most wonderful thing ever. LOVE it!


maris January 13, 2010 at 12:58 am

That is the sweetest thing EVER! How CUTE!


Merry January 13, 2010 at 1:24 am

Great post! Nick is a sweetie!


Kalynskitchen January 13, 2010 at 1:26 am

He’s such a neat kid. I’d say you’re doing a great job raising him!


Joanne January 13, 2010 at 7:12 am

Wow Nick just gets more adorable with every story you tell about it. It’s so sweet that he wants to help out. He always has the best intentions.


Linda in St Louis January 13, 2010 at 7:23 am

You’re raising one fine boy there, ma’am.


Shannon January 13, 2010 at 9:56 am

i hope i am able to raise kids as good as yours some day ;)


mandy January 13, 2010 at 10:20 am

How sweet is that that Nick made you dinner and even included your vitamins. He’s quite the little gentleman.


Laura January 13, 2010 at 10:23 am

what a fine young man Nick is!


Mary Ellen January 13, 2010 at 11:47 am

What a great switch. I loved reading this! :)


Ramona January 13, 2010 at 12:50 pm

Cute post. Nick is a great kid.


Casey January 13, 2010 at 3:34 pm

I really enjoyed this post. Boys are so special….and it sounds like Nick is in line with that. How thoughtful!


Jen January 13, 2010 at 5:31 pm

What a cute story! I loved it!


Patsy January 14, 2010 at 9:36 am

how adorable! I’m surprised one of mine hasn’t asked to switch places… mainly for the later bedtime and additional tv time! I’m always told that we aren’t being fair.


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