How’d She Get So Smart?

Saturday morning, at around 6:45 a.m., the Big One was standing outside our bedroom door.  Yes, she disregarded the Good Nite Lite and the fact that the sun was definitely not shining.

We have a baby gate up in our doorway.  It allows me to hear the girls if they need something, but keeps Gracie Lou corralled in our room.  Yes, Gracie Lou has earned the right to free reign of the house during the day when we go out to run errands, but I’m not ready to let her roam at night.  More than anything, I don’t want her going in the Big One’s room and waking her up.

So anyway, the Big One is standing at the baby gate, saying, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy.” Yes, I admit I was awake, but pretending to be asleep.  It was early and I was still tired.

So I reluctantly opened my eyes and said, “Is your sun on?” She responded that no her sun wasn’t on, but there was a bug in the bathroom.

I guess she got up to go potty and discovered a cricket in the bathroom.

Here’s my question, why when she found a bug that needed dealing with, did she tell me?

Why not say, “Daddy there is a bug in the bathroom?” Why does it always have to be the FixItMommy who deals with spills, bumps, bruises and bugs?

Ahhhh, that’s right, Mommy knows best. Besides, I guess it’s job security for me to remain the FixItMommy. {granted “job” implies I get paid for what I do… yeah not so much}

Although, I suppose I do get paid in the form of love, admiration and portraits.

Yep —-> that’s me according to the Big One.  Awesome, huh?

By the way, but the time the Husband got inot the  bathroom, the cricket was nowhere to be found.