More of Mia

I have a few more cute stories about Mia and wanted to get them written down before I forget them.  Hope you enjoy.

About Waxy
A few days ago we were talking about Waxy aka her baby brother.  The conversation went something like this:

Mia: When Waxy comes out he will be wearing a onesie and a diaper, right?
Me: No, he will be naked.
Mia:  EWWWWWWW! I don't want to see him naked!!

My response:  Get used to the idea because you'll see him get a bath or his diaper changed sooner or later.
Hershel's response:  Keep that idea, sweetheart.  No naked boys for you!

About Age
For awhile Mia has believed that I am 19 and Hershel is 18.  No harm, no foul, right?  Well, the other day she asked me how old I really am.  I told her 39.  Expecting "WOW, that's really old!", I wasn't surprised when she said, "WHOA!......" but was completely caught off guard with the rest of her statement..."that's the same number as the books in the Old Testament!"  Great.  Just.  Great.  I guess now I'm as old as the Old Testament.  Ready for her next question...She wanted to know if Daddy was 27.  Out of the mouths of babes...

About Art and Trash
(Note: Read all of Mia's quotes VERY dramatically)
One of Mia's chores is to empty the small trash cans in the house into the large kitchen trash.  While she was doing this today, Mia came to me quite upset.  When I asked what was wrong, she stated rather dramatically, "Mom, I am frustrated and angry!"  "Why?" I asked.  "Mom, I found this in the trash!"  She proceeded to show one of her many pieces of "art".  Sidenote: Of late, Hershel and I have been the recepients of numerous pieces of art.  Art could be one piece of notebook paper with several letters on it that mean something to her and are clueless to us or toothpicks wrapped in tape and put in an envelope.  This particular "art" was an envelope she created with some "letters" inside.  I admit, I thought I had buried it deep enough in the trash can that she would not find it.  Nope.  She found it.  She was VERY distraught!  She looked at me and said, "Is this yours or Daddy's?"  Honestly, I had no clue.  I just picked it up and tossed it.  But was I going to admit that I was the one who threw it away?  NO WAY!  I said,"I don't know, honey.  Do you recognize it?"  "Yes.  Its the piece I made for Daddy.  He THREW it away.  He threw away my precious art!"  I tried to console her and explain that we could not possibly keep EVERYTHING she creates.  If we did, we wouldn't have room in the house for anything else and that sometimes, as much as we love everything she creates, sometimes we have to let some things go to make room for new artwork.  Her response,"I understand.  Right now I am just angry and frustrated about finding my precious art in the trash!"  I told her it was ok to to be angry and frustrated for a little bit since her feelings were hurt, but she would need to get over it.  She said ok and stalked off to put the trash can away and save her art from the horrible trash. 

I don't think I have ever had to work so hard to keep a straight face when she was being dramatic about "her PRECIOUS artwork".  Just thinking about it makes me chuckle.  Thank you, God for kids and all of the laughter they bring.

Lesson learned: throw the artwork away in trash she does not empty.