"I want to go to college."
Correction: She does not "say" it. She yells it.
"I WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE!"
Finally, Big Kid had enough.
(I know this thanks to
A Typical Morning in the Right Girl's Home
[Mom (The Right Girl) finishes packing lunches in the kitchen around the corner. As two of the three children begin speaking, she slides to the door with sleek, cat-like stealth to listen.]
Little One: I want to go to college.
Big Kid: You can't go to college. I told you that you can't go to college.
Little One: No! I want to go to college!
Big Kid: You can't go to college.
Little One: NO! I WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE!
Big Kid: [Calmly, logically] That's not how it works. First you have to go to preschool. Then you go to Kindergarten. Then you go to first grade, then second grade, then third grade, then fourth grade, then fifth grade, then sixth grade, then seventh grade, then eighth grade, then ninth grade, then tenth grade, then eleventh grade, then twelfth grade and then you get to go to college. When you go to college, you go for four years.
[Little One stares at Big Kid in blank wonderment.]
Okay, I made up that last part as my position around the corner did not allow for witnessing the expression on her face when she fell silent.
The other part that fascinates me is that - and you may have guessed - Big Kid is a whole lot like his mama. That would be me. That boy does not have patience for nonsense. He just does not. At all. Little One may well want to go to college. I really want and expect her to go to college. That said, little kids do not get to go to college and Big Kid has heard her say it just too many times. Thankfully, rather than yelling
Sigh. I love my family.
~G
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