So I took my kids to a park yesterday.
I know! I am such a great Mom! ~wink~
I was playing with the kids having a grand old time when it happened.
An attitude bigger than life, clad in head to toe pink, accompanied by her Grandparents, saunters up to the playground.
She was beautiful. And she knew it. Brown hair, pigtails, big eyes, and pink. Oh heaven, the PINK!
I think to myself, “Hm. This should be fun.”
Helene was mesmerized by all the pink goodness and Simon was confused by it.
Either way my kids were pretty interested in the Pink Assassin. (This nickname is shamelessly stolen from a very good friend of mine. You know who you are.)
The three begin to play with each other while I sit back and watch all the fun.
It didn’t take long before I heard, “Nyany nyany nyany… You can’t get me.”
Yeah. You know that sing-songy statement.
Immediately I was transported back in time to a playground when I was like five. Bad, bad memories of this very same phrase reside in my brain. I shudder at the memory.
I absolutely cannot believe that my children were being subjected to such an annoying phrase. So what do I do?
Nothing.
I didn’t have to. Both my kids became very indignant to this chiding.
Helene just looked at the Pink Assassin and walked in the opposite direction. Priceless.
Simon, however. He gave her the best “what the hell are you talking about” look that I have EVER seen him give. EVER!!!!! And then he proceeded to do exactly what he was doing when the sing-song began. He just turned around and slid down the slide.
I love my kids.
They have the best reactions to annoying situations.
*pilates, check*