My little Wiggle Bean is rapidly growing in to a sassy pint sized fashionista with an attitude. Some times when you ask her how old she is, she responds back with 18! When you explain to her that she is only three and a half she replies back with yeah but then I am going to have a birthday and then another one and be 18.
I really should start a book with all of her antics and the hilarious things she says on an almost daily basis, it could be a best seller in the humor category and the Parenting (or how not to parent) category.
We have in-depth conversations about roasting marshmallows and making S’mores, she thinks everything that arrives in a box at our house is automatically for her, and she is smart as a whip when it comes to remembering things from weeks and even months ago (especially the things you want her to forget). She is extremely independent and wants to do everything on her own, her new favorite stance involves one or both hands/fists on hips.
I am in for a world of hurt when she is a teenage, I have begun preparing myself already but doubt I will be fully ready when the time comes.
The latest in the Wiggle Bean saga ended with me being one of “THOSE” parents that you read stories about online and think, “how could you let that happen?”, “how did you not notice?” and say “I will never do that!”
Well guess what, It happened, I didn’t notice and now I have done it! THANKS BEAN!
Here is how I became one of “THOSE” parents:
ME: Bean, time to get dressed. Would you like me to help pick out your clothes?
BEAN: NO! but can you help?
ME: (confused look on face because that was what I just asked) OK, do you want to wear shorts, a dress or a skirt?
BEAN: A skirt and shorts
ME: Well you can’t wear a skirt and shorts but these (gets out options) skirts have built in shorts. (displays 4 skirt options)
BEAN: Does that one twirl?
ME: Yes it should twirl
ME: What top do you want? T-shirt or Tank top?
BEAN: A dress
ME: Well that wasn’t an option and you can’t wear a dress with a skirt. Do you want a T or tank?
BEAN: I wore a dress and skirt to your friends!
ME: (dang it why does she remember that now, and it was a cute outfit) Yes, but it will not work with this skirt.
BEAN: OK, a tank top
We then sort through just about every tank top in her closet (man this girl has a ton of clothes) before she finally picked a suitable one. I laid her full outfit on her bed, asked her if she wanted help (to which she replied no) and left her to get dressed on her own while I finished making lunch.
About 10 minutes later she comes jumping into the dining room exclaiming “TA DA dressed”. I congratulated her, told her she did a great job and set her on to picking which of her many shoes she would wear that day.
We finished our usual routine of hair brushing, teeth brushing, arguing over watching TV, and deciding on our accessories for the day (I told you she is a fashionista and rarely goes with out some type of accessory or another) and loaded up in to the car with Daddy for the ride to school.
At this point everything seems normal, we get to school, unload from the car, get about half way up the ramp to the door and she starts snickering (never a good sign).
BEAN: (giggle, giggle) Mom, I have to tell you something (giggle)
ME: What? (leans down for her to talk in my ear)
BEAN: I’m not wearing any panties
ME: WHAT? (gives husband a “this isn’t happening” look and hopes she is joking)
BEAN: I don’t have any underpants on (giggle)
ME: really? (checks, sure enough no underpants, just the shorts that are part of the skirt) Hon, I put them on the bed with your clothes, what happened?
BEAN: I know, I forgot how the go on
ME: You got your skirt on, they go on the same way
BEAN: OH, I forgot
At this point I am mortified and imagining the call from daycare should we not have caught this “Um…… Mrs. M, did you know that Bean is not wearing any underwear today?” (uncomfortable silence).
All the while, my husband is trying not to laugh too loud and looking at me like “How could you let this happen?”
We have no time to go home, finish getting dressed and make it back so that my husband and I can get to work on time. Thankfully I remember that while she was potty training at the end of last year, I put a few spare pairs of underwear in her cubby at school for just in case purposes.
If ever there was a just in cases moment, this was it. We quickly popped into her classroom, snuck a pair of undies out of her cubby and ducked into the bathroom to put on our missing garments (hopefully with no one else the wiser)
The moral of this story is that even if your independent child says they got them selves dressed, check for undies before leaving the house (or keep a spare pair in your purse!) or prepare yourself for the embarrassing call from school
“Um…… Mrs. X, did you know that your child is not wearing any underwear today?”