Two weeks ago, Alise's class was studying the letter W and Mrs. L came up with the awesome idea to hold a Winter Olympics for the letter. Students won gold medals for categories such as "Best Dancer," "The Silly Face that made us laugh the Most," and "The Best Backbend." Alise won for "The Best Skipper." I was so proud of her!
I saw that her deskmate won for "The Most Enthusiastic Cheerleader."
I asked her, "Alise? Why didn't you win for Most Enthusiastic Cheerleader? I thought that's what you wanted to be was a cheerleader!!"
She said, "Well, Mommie, K went to cheer camp, too!" She was referring to a week long cheer camp that the school cheerleaders held during football season.
I read who the "judge" was. And it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who W was in love with that week!
W is making my world miserable lately. So much so that Alise asked me just this morning why I don't buy her cute clothes so that W will like her.
Has my 4 year old lost her mind?
And what's so crazy about the whole "cute clothes" business is the fact that the clothes SHE picks out are just awful. I mean, awful. If I was W I wouldn't like her for the sheer mismatched wardrobe she sports! I like to think that I have saved her from much embarrassment even if the fighting and arguing we do every morning over what she wears is enough to send me over the edge!
And Alise had the audacity to ask me today if I noticed the shirt that W was wearing today. I wanted to say, "Why? Did he look hawt?" But instead I told the truth and said, "No."
I don't have a habit of looking at what little boys wear.