Ahhhh. Here it is, another shining example of what an awesome mother I am.
As you must know, since obviously you come here so often, I have a 4 year old. Margaret. I’ve often said that I thought parenting was a tough job until I met Maggie. Now, I know that it isn’t parenting that is so hard, it’s being the best friend to a 4 year old. Ahem, yes, I do know I am her best friend, she tells me. Often.
Being the best friend to a four year old has certain (let’s be positive!) perks. I do get a decent bite of some pretty good PB&J sandwiches, I don’t feel so juvenile sharing an ice cream from the ice cream man, and every night is a slumber party.
Wait.
That last part? Not so much of a perk. Do you know what it’s like to wake up with a 4 year old’s toe in your nose? On my husband’s part, getting a solid, regular crotch punch (not supplied by your wife) every time Maggie has a nightmare about Liza stealing her beanie babies.
That last bit? Not an exaggeration. Take the other night, I was startled awake by a voice screaming in my ear, “That’s MY HORSIE! NO NO! That’s MINE!!!!”
Naturally, I’ve tried to get her to sleep in her own room. The other day she asked me how I grew up. I told her that I slept in my own bed every night. She looked like she didn’t quite buy it. This morning I realized that she listened, heard it, and decided to turn my own tactics against me.
“Mommy!!! The soup is ALLLLLLLL gone!!!!” She announced this morning.
Now, I should have prefaced that by explaining that Margaret currently has an obsession with soup. She loves chicken noodle. Unfortunately, she will only eat that “gourmet” soup… no chicken and stars for that kid. Strictly Progresso. 
Maggie will eat it for breakfast, lunch, dinner and then request it around 10pm for a snack. Why is she up at 10pm? That’s the kid’s schedule and really, I thank my lucky stars she sleeps straight through the night… basically.
So back to the soup being gone… we were out. She ate it all. But, Maggie had another agenda. One that in my current UN-caffeinated state I was completely oblivious to. That’s when she pounced.
“I sleeped in my OWN room… in MY bed… and all my soup disappeared!!!!!!”
“Oh really?” I asked.
“Yup. I have to sleep in mommy’s bed so I can have soup.”
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