Spud: Mama, I heard what you said this morning and I know what you mean…
Me (a little puzzled): Uh? What did I say?
Spud: You said, “Oh boy!” And I know what you mean
Spud (giggling): Mama, this morning you said, “Oh boy! It’s half day!” I heard you.
Me (with a raised eyebrow and almost bursting into laughter): Oh dear! Did I say that?!
Spud: You did, Mama. This morning. You didn’t say it so loud, but I heard you. I absolutely know what you mean, Mama.
Me (bursting into laughter): Oh? What do you think I mean?
Spud: When you said, “Oh boy! It’s half day!” I know that’s because we finish school early…and then when we are home and you have lots to do and we play and then we fight. And then you have to scream. And you have to scream a lot of times. (she said all of that without a pause, in one continuous breath)
Me (laughing quite hard by now and thinking did I really mutter that): And why do you think I have to scream?
Spud: That’s because we didn’t listen!
Me: Uh-huh. Well, you see, if you both had listened, then I don’t have to repeat myself a dozen times before having to scream at all. And that’s all you have to do. Behave. Listen. Don’t fight.
Spud: I know, Mama.
Then and there I was thinking: Damn! Of all the things she hears!
God forbid for all those times I have had to repeat myself like a broken record because they choose not to hear no matter how gentle I said it and then I’d have to end up screaming anyway just to get their attention. And the one thing she heard was the stuff I utter under my breath!
At least we were laughing about it.
Note to self:
Keep your thoughts to yourself. But, on the hindsight, perhaps I should be muttering to myself more and often. They seem to be more attentive to what I say.