For a while now Audrey has been convinced that she’s “3” not 2. No matter how hard we try to convince her that she’s not 3 until her next birthday, when you ask her age her answer is always “3!”
Lately, I think mostly just to frustrate me, she’s also been insisting that Bethany is 5. Again, we try and try to convince her that no, Bethany is only 4 but she wants nothing to do with it. If you ask Audrey – “Bethany is 5 and I’m 3”.
It drives me nuts!
Yesterday, I discovered it also bother’s Bethany. As we were getting our pj’s on for pizza and movie night I overheard this conversation:
Audrey – “I’m 3!”
Bethany (using her sweet “mommy” voice) – “Listen Sweet-art, you’re 2. On your third birthday you turned 2. On your next birthday, your second birthday you’ll turn 3. Until then you’ll be 2. I’m 4, on my other second birthday I turned 4, and before that I was 3. Now, on my next sixth birthday I’ll turn 5. But until then I get to stay 4. Understand?”
Audrey – “Yes! I’m 3 and you’re 5! Thanks Bethy”
Bethany – “No Audrey! You’re 2 until your next birthday. Until then you have to be 2, YOU CAN’T BE 3!!! Now, do you understand me?”
Audrey – Long pause and then sigh “No.”
And out she walked.
I had the silent tears of laughter. Bethany tried so hard to explain to her sister how it’s possible that they are 2 and 4, but her desperate attempt to use adult logic wounded up causing her to create a twisted logic – or whatever the opposite of logic is.
Last week while driving to work we passed a man, with very, very dark olive skin tone riding a motorcycle. Here is the conversation that followed:
Audrey – “Mommy? Why hims has a face?”
Mommy – “What? Why wouldn’t he have a face?”
Audrey – “I can’t talk to him from in here, so why did God give hims a face?”
Mommy – “Well, because everybody has a face Audrey. He NEEDS a face”
Bethany – “Mom his skin is a different color.”
Mommy – “You’re right Beth. Isn’t it great that God loved rainbows so much he made people all sorts of colors too!”
Bethany – “Ya, but he just made us plain” (this was said with a sigh and a disappointed voice)
I love that she sees the beauty in different colored skin and ethnicity. She absolutely warmed me to the core with her simple interpretation of the different colors, and had me giggling to myself at how sweet it was that we were “plain”. I hope she holds onto her appreciation of our differences.