Ladies and gentlemen, today in Parenting Theater we are pleased to present you with…
The Great Mommy Detective in the Case of the Tigertastic Car
J: My Tigertastic Car is GONE!! Mommy, help me find my car.
Me: Excuse me?
J: My Tigertastic Car is G… O… N… E… gone!
Me: Are you forgetting a word?
J: SIGH! Pleeeeeaaaase, find my car.
Me: Go look on the train table.
J: (after a cursory glance) It isn’t there.
Me: Did you look carefully?
Me: I see it right there on the corner.
J: No it’s not.
Me: (walking over and picking it up) Here you go.
J: That is Umi Car. (using the pre-teen “that was so 6 months ago” disgusted voice)
Me: Oh, Umi Car isn’t Tigertastic? I thought because of the tiger stripes you made me put …
J: No, I want my Tigertastic one.
Me: Okay, which one is your Tigertastic one?
J: The Tigertastic one.
Me: Can you use your words and tell me more about it?
Me: (deep breath, he isn’t trying to be difficult, deep breath) What color is it?
Me: (Yeah, now we are getting somewhere!) Is it big or little?
J: The BIG one (sheesh, don’t you know anything).
Me: Got it! We put it in one of these baskets last night.
J: Did you say “this” basket or “these” baskets”?
Me: Sigh, these two baskets where we stuffed all of your toys last night before bed. Never mind. (I am too tired to have an argument over these and this right now.) Is this what you are looking for?
Me: Did you forget something?
J: Huh? Oh, please! I mean thank you.
Me: (as he was running off to the other room) My bill is 10 minutes of no whining payable on demand …
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