What? You mean wearing a soccer cone on your head is not the latest fashion? Someone might need to break it to Madeline because she spent a good portion of Nick’s soccer practice tonight walking the grass runway. Girl needs an agent.
Madeline, what did you say to that little girl?
“I said she wasn’t pretty.”
Nick was shocked. I wasn’t. I’ve been dealing with Princess Bossy Pants’ lack of filter for a few months now. Asked me, within earshot, if a cashier at the grocery store was a boy or a girl. While I needed to think of the answer myself, I would have rather done it without his/her eyes on me. Followed that up by shouting out to a customer on the bench, “Be quiet, old man!” The list is long, I’m afraid, and we’re a work in progress.
Maddie, you can’t just say everything that’s in your mind. Sometimes you just have to think it, close your mouth and keep it to yourself.
“But Nick, she wasn’t pretty!”
Oh Maddie.
Oh Maddie, indeed. Luckily, although Madeline’s new friend Grace definitely heard what she said, I don’t think she understood it. This time, I think Madeline was jealous. Grace, age 4, had befriended me. Her Dad later told me I made the mistake of making eye contact with her. We talked about planting strawberries, her older brother and sister, her dance class, potty words, her preschool, the planes in the sky, where her school was, what she liked to do on the playground and that Madeline should be listening to her Mommy more. Can I get an amen? Madeline then told her she talks too much. Pot meet kettle.
In other news, can I tell you how proud I am of my other kid? This is his fifth year of soccer and he is really coming in to his own. Getting in the middle of the pack. Not being shy with the ball. Looking forward to it coming his way. Passing it. Kicking. Running. So proud. It almost makes up for my filterless child. Almost.
Project 365
May 3, 2011, Photo #122
This week is Teacher Appreciation Week. For today, I sent in a batch of Banana Chocolate Chip Espresso Muffins. For tomorrow, I made this Roasted Asparagus, Mushroom and Shallot Tart. So amazingly good. Recipe coming.
I was always incredibly quiet as a child, so my mom didn’t have to worry about me saying anything. My sister, though….another story. And now my senile grandmother is much the same. She is ALWAYS calling people fat when she sees them. Except for anyone in our family. We are all always too thin and need to be fed something immediately.
I LOVE Madeline’s shirt! Where’d you get it?
And OMG she is too much! Doesn’t her cuteness make up for the lack of filter?
I do sometimes wish kids weren’t quite so honest! :)