he perfectionist often has much to say…but his favorite time to say it is generally pre-8AM. This morning was no different as he lectured me on a variety of subjects.
Perfectionist: Mommy, are my eyes gween? Me: Hmm..maybe blue-green. Perfectionist: You mean, they are CHANGING? Yay! Me: Why do you want them to change? Perfectionist: (exaggerated sigh) Because Mommy, Gween is my favorite color. God just forgot.
My Morning Routine:
Perfectionist: I wish Mimi and Pops had made you a boy. (Mimi and Pops are NOT my parents but my ex’s by the way). Me: Huh? Perfectionist: If you were a boy, you wouldn’t take so long to get ready.
Perfectionist: Oh Mommy, your hair-uh is so long. You look like a bee-yoo-tee-ful pwincess. Can I play your phone? Me: No. You can play it after I get my shoes on. Perfectionist: Oh! Oh! Can I pick your shoes? (runs to my closet and comes back with a pair of 5 inch stilettos) Me: Hmm..I was thinking something a little more casual. Perfectionist: You will never be a pwincess with THAT attitude.
Perfectionist: Mommy is my voice changing? Me: What? No, you are four, your voice isn’t changing yet. Perfectionist: But I want it to change. I want it to be a grown up voice. Me: Sigh… Perfectionist: Don’t worry, Mommy. You will still be the most bee-yoo-tee-ful gurl even when I’m a grown up.