Why is it that Moms are supposed to understand the meaning of all things unintelligible?
The baby is crying and everyone looks to me and asks, “What’s wrong? What does he need?” This must be because I’m not actually hearing a cry. I’m hearing, “Please change me, I’m wet,” or, “Mother dear, it’s too cold, do get me an extra blankie.”
This continues into childhood. Yesterday, Lisa (5) came to me and said, “I have a little, it’s not big, they’re mine, they’re really short, and Owen wanted one.” Of course, there was no explanation necessary. It was all clear as a bell to me.
But it doesn’t even stop there. Last week I asked Keith where I could find his laptop computer. “It’s downstairs on top,” was all he said. I knowingly replied, “Certainly! If you need me any time in the next several hours I’ll be downstairs searching ‘on top’!” He chuckled and added, “You know, on the bookcase!”
Ahhh..... Now that I have Kidspeak down I’ll have to brush up on my Husbandese.