Overheard the other day: Mommy and Isabella (the 6-year-old) are in a deep discussion. I wasn’t really listening. But, this caught my ear…
Mommy: blah, blah, blah.
Iz: How do you know that?
Mommy: Sweety, I know EVERYTHING.
Iz: No you don’t. You don’t know everything.
Mommy (matter-of-factly): Yes… I do.
Iz: You don’t know everything!… You’re not SANTA.
Mommy: Well … Um… Honey… Actually….
Turns out, Mommy does, in fact, know everything.
(P.S. Mommy, the diplomat, didn’t quite burst the bubble. But, she does, in fact, know everything. Don’t screw with her.)