I'm a Six Year Old!

Recently Molly informed us that she wanted the toy baby seat taken off her bike. She said it was TOO boring to have a baby doll riding behind her. That is something a four year old likes and, "Mom, I'm a six year old now!" So, off goes the baby seat and we are learning every day that she truly is getting older.

We are learning there are many things she's decided aren't "appropriate" for six year olds. I say, "Molly, you should brush your teeth before bed." Molly says, "Mom, brushing my teeth is not appropriate for me." You can see how this scheme has become very advantageous for her. She uses the "appropriate" excuse whenever she can. Another favorite thing she says is "what did you say that for?" This has taken the place of "what?"..."what?"..."what?" She used to say that so frequently we wondered if she had a hearing problem...turns out she just had a problem hearing us.

What I'm also learning about six year old girls is that they really can be "boy crazy". It seems insane, but there is a lot of talk in kindergarten about boyfriends already. Molly doesn't have one, that I know of, but she talks about them a lot. She went to a birthday party for one such boy in February and brought him a heart shaped box of chocolates for his present. I asked her if she'd be embarassed by giving such a gift and she insisted she wouldn't be embarassed and that he wouldn't be either. According to his Mom he was just happy to get candy.

Molly also received her first "number" when a boy wrote it down and insisted that her Mom call his Mom and set up a "play date". Molly was VERY excited about that, and being the slacker Mom that I am, I lost the number and never set up the playdate. Luckily she forgot because I am still not quite sure who his parents are or if he is being raised by wolves.

Speaking of wolves, six year olds also require the telling of "the boy who cried wolf". They require it told not just once, but many, many times. After I finally turned into my mother and spouted the tale of the lying shepherd, Molly required it to be retold at least every other day. Sometimes because she just likes the story, other times because she insists that her little sister is about to try a stunt that really gets me moving, like jumping off the top bunk. That of course hasn't happenned, but Molly really likes to tattle, whether or not the tattle is actually justified.

Being that I've also turned into a "slacker blogger" I can't promise regular posts, but I will try. This is just a few accounts to get me back in the mode and hopefully there will be lots of six year old anecdotes to share, even if Grandmas are the only ones reading this!